Before the Green Man drew his gun, the figure on the floor got unsteadily to her feet. Slight, and dressed in a form-fitting grey suit with cat's ears, whiskers and a tail, she was quite a sight.
"The girl in Grey, as I live and breathe." The Green Man rose slowly to his feet, smiling with amusement.
"Whoops," she laughed. "Wrong chapel. I was looking for..."
"A blackmailer," the Green Man smiled. "I know. I'm after him, too. How did you get to know?"
"I was rescuing Sir Richard Arcos from the pantry at Plas Llangarmon, and I happened to hear about it." She smiled sweetly. "Now, how come you got away so soon after our date?"
"Because someone needed killing," the Green Man explained. "And not because Ms. Madison was jealous, as you assumed."
"Well, that was less grim, wasn't it?" the Girl in Grey bubbled. "Say, do you have spare food?"
"For you, my dear Grey Girl," the Green Man drawled, "always. Do you drink?"
The Girl in Grey glared at him.
"We had wine on our date!" she bridled. "Or do I mean so little to you?"
"As I said, my dear," the Green Man sighed, "I had to kill someone right after our date. Yelling for mercy in the most selfish manner and blood tend to cloud the memory. Especially if the wine in question was red."
"I suppose so," the Girl in Grey shook her head, smiling. "But you must understand how I feel..."
"I'm afraid not," the Green Man chuckled. "After all, it's on my account that Ms. Madison keeps breaking her dates with her young man."
The Girl in Grey made a face.
"But right now, I'm glad she's in Bermuda with him." She spoke spiritedly, leaning on the former communion table, where the Green Man was eating. "Mind if I pull up a pew?"
"Try a seat," the Green Man replied. "The pews are fixed down. And while you eat, we can decide our strategy for tomorrow."
"Our strategy!" the Girl in Grey's eyes were big as saucers. "You mean I'm in on this?"
"You heard right," the Green Man chuckled. "Tomorrow, you and I will be taking an early morning trip. So you'd better get in some sleep once we've finished plotting. The old vestry's still cosy."
"What about you?" the girl in Grey looked concerned.
"Lecture hall," The Green Man explained. "Chicken wing?"