Ben Hansen
After a short time, he took them to the dinner party that had been continuing since just after the murder. Unfortunately, as everybody was napping, they were the only two sitting there, staring at a table covered in all imaginable types of game, crustaceans and one small blue whale on a spit.
"Well, this was one of my worse ideas," Hugh concluded.
"Ah well, at least the food's good," Ben replied, helping himself to, for some reason, a trifle covered in buttery peas. "So, what's our next move?"
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