By the time she gave me a peck on the cheek and a farewell poke to my bloated bladder, I was sweating like a pig and praying that Ms.Manners was at he... station and would do something before my piss started backing up into my kidneys, which I've been told is not a good thing for one's health. I was hopping from one foot to the other waiting for someone, anyone to open the door so I could get some relief. Without warning it opened and there stood my angel of mercy with a big shit-eating. He was a slacker in my mind and Dee seemed to have so much on the ball.Dee didn't sit very long on my lap. When she did get up I was a bit embarrassed. I had a semi-erection in my pants. I had to wait a few minutes for things to calm down before I stood up. I didn't stay long and was soon heading for home. When I got there, I realized something was in my t-shirt pocket. Dee had slipped a piece of paper in my shirt with her cell phone number.I was really puzzled now. The next day I got a call at. " Do I... do I really have t'tell you?" You most certainly do." Her voice was firm. "Out with it. Now!"Wilma looked surprised at the older woman's insistence. She thought fora while, her head down, not able to look at Cerise's face. Finally,with a deep sigh of regret, she began. "You know what I... what I wasbefore I came to this town." Ma oui, you were a man, a criminal much feared in this land." Shesmiled. "A manly man, by all reports, one I would have liked to...meet."Wilma grinned in. "Well, Watson," said Holmes, "what do you make of that?"I shrugged. "Surely it is reasonable to want the Derringford estate tobe properly settled?" Mm." Holmes looked sceptical. "But why the urgency? Why does thematter need to be settled by Christmas? And why the curious animusbetween George Derringford and the dowager Lady Derringford? Why isLady Derringford not helping to find the son and heir: it is surely inher interest that the estate be settled on him at the earliestopportunity? .