Windy weather interrupted their wanderings, so they went into a restaurant where the waiter whipped up some watercress soup to warm them up.

They walked slowly home, arm in arm, but as they approached the door, Esther and Francis came running out. 'Ivan... I mean Martin... he's escaped!' Esther whimpered, as Francis wheezed. 'He just woke up and ran out the door! My wandwork must have been off.'

'Oh, Esther,' Beatrice replied, worried. 'I wish I'd killed him too. Now we'll never have a moment's rest!'