¡¡'Am
I
seeing
what
I
think
I'm
seeing?'
Mulch smiled weakly. 'Just my luck.'
'But, Commander -'
'There are preparations to be made for our guest's arrival,' said Artemis, handing a typewritten sheet of A4 to Juliet. 'These alterations must be made to the cellar. See to it, Juliet. To the letter.'