Firestorm Over Europe
To: Marjorie Bathsheba Catheter Jodrell-Bentley
Subject: Where are you?
Bathsheba,
Several of us are most concerned that we have so far seen neither hide nor hair of you since yesterday. The last I saw you, I believe you were on your way to remonstrate with Ms. Zimmer. I understand there was a slight altercation at customs yesterday which somewhat suggests Ms. Zimmer is still in fine form and living up to her reputation, but we are concerned for your whereabouts.
I am currently writing this in what has been rather grandly described as the hotel’s Internet cafe but is regrettably little more than two personal computers and a Klix machine. The proprietor is a disturbing fellow, to be honest. In fact he seems to have taken to me in rather an overbearing manner, which I can only assume is due to all the clientele, other than ourselves, being young men!
I am not sure that this compromises my safety as much as he does, however, so I may request that the security camera in my room is disabled for the few days we are here.
I must go… the young men we are billeted with have invited us “clubbing” later and it seems Miss Twigham has managed procure some kind of blunt instrument for the purpose which looks suspiciously like the hotel flagpole. I think, in fact, I may have to ask the members of the other party to stop plying her with Gin and Tonic.
Please respond as soon as you are able!