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The next evening the Abbot confirmed his flight details and sent the following message:

My Dear Sir,

That is a truly lovely certificate that you sent me.

There is something that has been troubling me. You keep telling me that my letters and their contents are noted to be dull. What would you have me do to liven them up a little bit?

Good News!: I am booked to fly out tomorrow afternoon on Qantas flight QF9, arriving at London Heathrow on Thursday morning at 0520hrs. I trust that you shall meet me at the airport. Can you recommend some suitable lodgings?

The Abbot wasn't sure why he did it but he smiled as he thought about how early Mr Justice would have to get up to meet a 0520hr flight.

Looking forward to meeting you,

Yours excitedly,

Abbot Costello.
The stranger did not lodge in the street: but I opened my doors to the traveller.

- Job 31:32.

The Abbot heard something that sounded suspiciously like a chain being rattled against his door. It was followed by a silence, an ominous silence, that was broken by a throaty rumble that the Abbot correctly adjudged to be the monastery tractor.

His door creaked for a few moments and then, with a 'wump' sound, disappeared into the night. A large wobbly apparition filled the space where the door used to be.

“I do love a man who plays hard to get!”

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