While lost in examining the sparse, yet interesting menu, a tall (6'2'), thin, not very curvy, 35ish, pale, chin-length dirty-blonde approached. "Bonj...ur Andre. Ca va?"Who was this? She seemed to know me and knew I spoke French. Not many ... whoa... "Mlle. Thibaut! Que fais t ... faites vous ici?" I have to eat too. So, Me voici!" Hmmm, yes, but I figured my French teacher would at least hunt down French pizza ... if such a thing exists. You pre-ordered?" Yes, a salad and egg dish made here. “Colonel Greenaway, by order of the Commander in Chief, you are to accompany me to Saint James’s Palace.”Surprise coloured my voice. “What on earth does His Grace the Duke of York want with me?”It was superfluous question. A mere cornet, even an ADC, as Carter appeared to be, would not be in the confidences of the Commander in Chief of the British Army, and Cornet Carter wisely ignored my question.“If I am to appear before the C in C I need to in a more fitting style of dress than at present.”. "Sylvia check in time for my flight will be noon is that going to be a problem for you," he asked."Not at all, I'll just carry my dirty laundry and do the wash after I drop you off." I replied."Good, I have no idea how I will get the pistol home," he said."Just UPS it to yourself. You will beat it home," I suggested. "Don't tell them what is in the box. We can take care of all that in the morning." Okay, I'll see you in the morning," Tom said and left.I chose that particular motel, because it. I’d caught a Leprechaun! “If I have to explain the rules, then ye shouldn’t be playin, Yank!” “I may be from America , but that doesn’t change the fact that in order to play any game that’s fair, then each player has to know the rules, unless the Irish Leprechauns are cheaters, maybe?” “Cheaters?!” the lump exploded. “Ye jus be liftin this damn tent and I’ll be showin ye how I’ll be cheatin!” “It seems you cannot lift.