Its damned bad luck, human nature being what it is." "You don't know what you're talking about," said Sir Beverley.
"All right; let's talk about something else," said Piers.

"Caesar had a glorious mill with that Irish terrier brute at the Vicarage this afternoon.

I couldn't separate 'em, so I just joined in.

We'd have been at it now if we had been left to our own devices." He broke into his sudden boyish laugh.

"But a kind lady came out of the Vicarage garden and flung the contents of a bedroom jug over the three of us.