Constable Robert Jones had assigned two officers to guard the archeological site. Because of the drizzle it wasn't a very pleasant job, but the rumour about the gold jewelry had spread and he had decided that it wouldn't be wise to leave the place unattended.
Peter showed F.C. the way.
" So what's your relation to the Lady?", she asked.
" You could consider me her employee."
" What sort of jobs?"
" A little cleaning, some plumbing, some gardening... A bit of everything."
" So you're sort of a butler?"

Peter laughed.
" That's not exactly what I would call myself."
" Are you Australian?"
" I am. Is it that obvious?"
" You have a nice accent. I've lived in Australia for a few months. Excavating old paintings."

" Ah here we are."
They were greeted by one of the policemen and F.C. showed him her papers. He allowed her to pass and stared after her.
" Nice arse eh? What do you think, Aussie?"
But Peter was already on his way back to the manor.