‘Ooh, Georgie! Who would have guessed? Tell me more, please, please! Throth and Aethel are really excited about it all!’

‘What! What have you told them?’

‘Er – nothing. Well, nothing, really.’

‘Tiggy? What aren’t you saying. Have you told the boys about the case?’

‘No, honest!’

‘Are you sure?’

Tiggy broke a huge chunk off the Old Jamaica bar and threw it into her wide-open mouth. ‘Sorry can’t talk with my mouth full!’

‘Oh yes you can. Now give me the rest of my chocolate and start talking!’

Georgie Ellis watched as Tiggy gulped the Old Jamaica down, belched and looked back sheepishly. ‘Sorry George. It’s the baby. Plays havoc wi...

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