No point in delaying it, thought the Abbot.

He proceeded to write a quick email answer to Mr Justice.

My Dear Sir,

So very good to hear from you.

Yes, the bank details are correct, with one minor and rather inconsequential correction: it is not 'BS13' but 'BSB'.

That is all.

Oh, I meant to tell you...my goat has returned! 'That boy Tuck', as you call him, must have let her go and she found her way home! Do you think I could bring her to London?

Yours sincerely,

Abbot Costello.
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And thou shall have goats' milk enough for thy food, for the food of thy household, and for the maintenance of thy maidens.

- Proverbs 27:27

He reread his letter and then sent it.

As he did this a piece of paper was pushed under his door. He eyed it suspiciously for a few moments before going over to the door to retrieve it.

Mmmm, that's nice, he thought, spit roast goat for dinner tonight. Hang on...goat?

“Mildred!”