Out for a Daffy
James Hammond and Peter Algernon Farquhar sat in one of the lowest, dimmest, coziest corners of Gordon's Wine Bar, each cradling a glass of thick, spicy port. A wooden board of cheeses held court in the middle of the table, with sundry other plates of noshes arrayed about it like fussy ladies in waiting. Several empty glasses balanced precariously on the edge of the table, gleaming in the candlelight.
London's finest private investigators had had a difficult week. Their three simultaneous cases had refused to unravel until the last moment, and all simultaneously. Their secretary had fallen ill and left them a staggering pile of bills, inquiries, and official correspondence. Worst of all, in Hammond's mind, was that he had received a summons to renew his magician's license, an arduous process that would require weeks of study and mountains of paperwork, not to mention an exhaustive practical exam.
Hammond was bowed over the table, pushing a piece of Stilton around the ch