little time to consider how she looked, however, as the by now slightly less eager client was bundled in. He had evidently not been idle during the long wait, but had busied himself drinking. A maid and Bacon Bob strapped him to the bed and left, though not before the latter had paused to blow a slobbering kiss in Gretelâs direction. She had steeled herself, testing out her whip gently against her hand. She cleared her throat and stepped forward to address the shape on the bed in the best no-nonsense tone she could manage. She was saved the trouble. The tom, for all his earlier eagerness, was deeply asleep before he ever felt so much as a tickle from Gretelâs cat oânine tails. Hugely relieved, Gretel sat on a chair, where she remained for the next two hours, occasionally barking out commands lest Mistress Crane should send somebody to listen at the door. Just before her clientâs time was up she shook him roughly awake and whispered in his ear that if he valued the reputation of his virility he would tell everyone what a thoroughly glorious time he had had, and extoll the talents of SheWho Rules to anyone who asked, particularly Mistress Crane and Bruno Phelps, should he come across him.
She had been released from her trial due to there being no more takers, but only after she had promised to return in two nightsâ time for further probationary work. Gretel knew it would be easy enough to simply stay away. She doubted anyone would come looking for her, and after all, she would be out of the city in a week or two. But her detective senses told her the place held answers. All she had to do was come up with the right questions, and put them to the right people.
âI say,â Hans jolted her from her reverie, âyouâll never guess who I saw striding across the square last evening.â
âUber General Ferdinand von Ferdinand?â
Hans stared at her, mouth open for a moment. âOh, you saw him too?â
âSaw him, spoke to him, rather hope to bump into him again. At least, when Iâm feeling more . . . respectable. Heâs here to prepare for a royal visit. Seems you arenât the only fan of gargantuan weisswurst. The princesses are coming to see it.â
âYou donât say! Well, thereâs a thing. Isnât that a thing, Wolfie?â Wolfie answered with a snore. âWe shall have to do our level best in our efforts to build the sausage, no half measures if royalty will be here to witness the unveiling. I expect thatâs why Kapitan Strudel is here too. Extra security, shouldnât wonder. Matter of fact, Wolfie and I are due to start work in the butcherâs tomorrow afternoon. Itâs a huge job. Weâll be on onion chopping duties for at least a day. My poor eyes will suffer. I hope their knives are sharp. Canât abide blunt knives when working with vegetables . . .â
âHans, shut up, and tell me again what you just said.â
Hansâs face registered hurt, confusion, then defeat. âWell, which do you want? I canât do both.â
âThat name. You mentioned someone . . . I just want to be sure I heard correctly and that it wasnât simply my mind playing devilish tricks because of my state of near exhaustion. Whom did you say you saw striding across the square earlier?â
âUber General von Whatsit . . .â
âAnd?â
âAnd . . . Kingsman Kapitan Strudel. They were together, checking buildings, looking up at windows, cetera, cetera.â Hans paused to hiccup, rub his tummy, and belch loudly before adding, âPoint of fact, they appeared to be checking our building, looking up at our cetera, cetera . . .â He tailed off and settled back to nibbling a piece of Edam.
Gretel tried to convince herself that her brother was right, but it happened so rarely it was a big ask. Much as she wanted to believe that Strudel was here to assist with the royal visit she suspected that
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