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Basil glanced around and then slipped out of the side door. A brisk walk into town, drop into the bookmakers, and an equally brisk walk back and no-one would notice he’d been gone. After a number of complaints, Sybil had decreed they change the laundry they used, so she would be meticulously checking the sheets for a good half hour.
Slightly out of breath on his return, Basil went to open the side door, but nothing happened. He rattled the door knob, to no avail.
A window opened, and a manicured hand, holding a key, appeared. “Looking for something, Basil?”