Okay, It's now or never... Down the lane, through the side gate, on through the Topiary Garden; across the croquet lawn and out via the Herb Garden. Then it's left up Drum Lane and through Poacher's Copse and if we make back to the stables before the sun dips below the horizon; we'll both be £5000 the richer.

And don't worry about getting caught because at this hour everyone either be behind the television, in the pub or in church waking the dead with their eveningsong. The only witness's we'll have are Sir Henry watching us prance across his croquet lawn with his binoculars and maybe old Mrs. Wilberforce the village yenta and if she blabs about what she's seen she'll find herself carted off to the looney bin in no time - Sir Henry's wanted to have her 'sectioned' for years..."