"No, Sir Harold," he chuckled, "you will not get your wish. You will not indict the law of the Green Man."
Two large manservants for Mainstone entered and carried the man's unconscious body out. Lady Sylvia watched, her mouth open.
"What's wrong?" the Angel of death spoke, her voice friendly and familiar.
"Who are you...?" Lady Sylvia asked.
"You mean you don't know, Sylv?" the Angel of Death removed her mask.
"Lynette?" Lady Sylvia started violently.
"But, natch!" The blonde laughed happily. "Who else could act as the Green Man's inquisitor?"
"You have a point," Lady Sylvia sighed. "So there wasn't any danger, then?"
"Oh, there's always danger," Ms. Madison assured her colleague. "That's what makes this life so fun."
"How'd you find out all this stuff?" Lady Sylvia asked anxiously.
"Quite easily," Ms. Madison chuckled. "You see, there was a microphone and a camera in the case. I worked as hard as I could to identify the man you met, and I got lucky in time."
"And if you hadn't."
"Listen, Sylv..." Ms. Madison sighed, "I always get lucky."