"I'm not a virgin anymore," Betty repeated, as she sat next to me again, passing me a drink.

"What the shit," I smiled, clinking glasses with her.

"To not being virgins anymore."

The usual bedlam lasted about ten more minutes, while we all had drinks.

It was the Baron that interrupted the celebration.

"What about Hummingbird?"

"Way to put a damper on things there Baron," Russell crowed at him.

"Talk about a chill kill."

I had to agree with the Baron.

"No. The Baron is right. If old Lady Parsons is really my mother, then I do have an obligation to find her."

Betty agreed.

"I agree. And I will help you find her, sweetie."

I love it when she calls me sweetie.

"So what's the plan?" the Baron asked.

I didn't have a plan.

"I don't have a plan, but I am sure between us all, we can come up with one."

Everyone agreed.

And then everyone looked at everyone else ...

in silence.

So much for a plan.

"So much for a plan."

Suddenly the doorbell clanged through the house.

It sounded like Big Ben.

Calvin shrieked and jumped in Harold's arms.

Harold dropped him to the floor.

Calvin squealed this time.

Harold laughed.

Betty looked at me.

"Doorbell?"

I looked at the Baron.

"Doorbell?"

He smiled, nodding.

"Isn't it great."

"A tad loud, don't you think, guv'ner," Russell cracked, in a real bad British accent.

The Baron shrugged.

Big Ben gonged again.

Calvin jumped into Harold's arms again.

Harold dropped him again.

I got up from the table.

"I will answer the door. The rest of you stay here."

Betty followed me.

She looked at Calvin and Russell, especially.

"Stay."

Betty and I went to the door.

I opened the door.

It was Officer Seaman and a woman.

She looked vaguely familiar.

"Can I help you Officer Seaman?"

"I am Officer Seaman."

"I know who you are. How can I help you?"

He took a notebook from his pocket and opened it quickly.

I could see it was a blank page.

"Are you the owner of this house?"

"I am."

He flipped to another blank page.

"We have received a noise complaint from one of your neighbours."

I didn't have any neighbours, unless you count the dead in the graveyard.

"I don't have any neighbours, unless you count the dead in the graveyard."

Betty joined me in the open doorway.

"I know you two."

The woman turned away.

"You don't know me."

"You and this officer were at the library, asking about Krall."

"Krall who?" Officer Seaman inquired, meekly, looking around and at his blank notebook.

Betty pointed at me.

"That Krall. My boyfriend."

I smiled.

I liked it when she called me her boyfriend.

And I really liked her curly jet black, shoulder length hair.

How does she do that?

"I don't know what you are talking about, Miss Boopkininsky. We have never met before."

"No we haven't," the woman agreed, hiding her eyes with her hands.

"Then how do you know my name?"

"You just said it," Officer Seaman lied.

"No, I didn't."

She grabbed the notebook from his hand.

"And there is nothing written in this notebook."

"It is a special ink that only Officers that are policemen can read."

Betty tossed the notebook back at him.

"Bullshit. And there isn't another house in 12 miles of this place, so who complained?"

"That doesn't matter. We received a complaint and we have to come in to investigate."

"We?" I inquired.

"Yes. Myself and ... special ... police person ... assistant ... Stunavowsky."

Betty and I looked at each other and started laughing.

"Is that a real name?" We asked at the same time.

Same time ...

you know the deal.

The woman lowered her hands and glared at us.

"I am Petra Stunavowsky. I am a proud Japanese person."

Then why was she using a Russian accent.

Now we were really laughing.

Officer Seaman drew his pistol from his holster.

We stopped laughing.

"I have to insist that we come in."

Betty and I stepped aside.

The two pushed past us.

They immediately started looking around.

And on top of.

And under.

And inside.

"Just what are you looking for?" I wondered, aloud.

Officer Seaman waved his gun at me.

"This is official police business. We got a report of strange occurrences in this house."

"From the same people who complained about the noise?" Betty wondered.

Special police person assistant Stunavowsky was now in the common room.

She was opening the bottles of liquor ...

and tasting them.

"Uhmmmmmm. What are you doing?"

"Mr. Krall, is it? As an assistant .. deputy .. police .. warden, it is my duty to check all liquor bottles for illegal substances."

"Like what?" Betty wondered.

"Illegal stuff. Its all pretty complicated. You wouldn't understand."

She was now looking behind the pictures on the wall.

I poured Betty and I a drink and watched as the two looked through everything, including the ash in the fireplace.

Assistant deputy police warden Stunavowsky rubbed the ash between her fingers.

"What were you burning here? Evidence?"

I shook my head.

"Wood?"

"What kind of wood?"

"From a tree?" I snapped, as sarcastically as I could.

She didn't seem to notice.

"Just as I suspected," she said, wiping her fingers on her white blouse.

Betty rolled her eyes.

"Just what are you looking for?"

"Evidence," Officer Seaman snapped.

"That is all you need to know."

"Evidence of what?"

I had to know more.

"Wrong doing. We got an anonomouse tip that there were things .. doing .. wrong here."

I looked at Betty.

"Anonomouse?"

We both cracked up laughing.

"This is no joke," the Stunavowsky woman snapped.

"If we find evidence, you could be in deep doggy doo."

That did it.

Doggy Doo.

We were in hysterics now.

At that moment, Nick and Nicky (human form) walked into the common room.

"Hope were not intruding," Nicky apologized.

"But we heard the laughing and ...."

He words were cut off when she saw the Stun woman.

"YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU," she screamed.

"Oh shit," the Stun woman said, a look of terror on her face.

She started to run for the common room door, but Nicky was faster.

She dove through the air and tackled her to the floor.

She started punching her in the face and screaming a steady torrent of expletives at her.

Nick walked calmly to the bar, taking the pistol out of a very stunned Officer Seaman's hands.

He tossed me the pistol and poured himself a drink.

I pointed at the two women, rolling around on the floor of my common room, trying to kill each other.

"What is that?"

Nick drank the drink quickly.

"That my friend ...

is sisters."