Lord Philbert Wellington-Boot, his ear pressed against the bottom of the tumbler which, in turn, was pressed against the party wall through which Euphemia could still hear wailing and excited railing, attempted to give her his understanding of what was being said on the other: "Archbishop Charisma, he's the one with the loudest voice, he's definitely Spanish, something to do with the Spanish Inquisition, called the Scotchman a rigwelted sheep – does that mean they've cut of his crown jewels?" his wife snorted: "no dear, just that he's lying on his back, kicking his legs in the air, like that chap in the Kafka story who turn into a cockroach!" but Philbert sook his head: "I don't know that one - "oh! the Scotchman called the Archbishop a crocodile and got severely chastened for his troubles, and one of the others, a Bishop or something, a real crawler by the sound of it, asserted that the Archbishop is quite esquamulose, whatever that means?" and he was informed by Euphemia: "it means smooth all over, not at all scaly, then what?" and still listening intently, her husband laughed: "oh dear, the Archbishop told the Bishop to shut his cake-hole and not discuss his intimate details with such a scabrous creature, I don't think they are on friendly terms, dear!" and then he continued: "oh, it seems the Archbishop suspects the Scotchman of philandery, or corruption or something, he says the Scotchman either has the Midas Touch, or very sticky fingers - they seem to have discovered a cache of valuables looted from some Palace in Spain, but the Scotchman asserts that he won them in a game of chance and. . . . .oh, now he has told them that wardrobe through which they entered his suite is connected to some kind of Wormhole and that he and his friends can travel through Time and Space and that if the person they are looking for has used this Wormhole thingy, he, that is, the Scotchman, would be happy to give them a four-dimensional map so that they can find him; it all sounds rather flimsy to me. he's probably just hoping he can lock them all in the wardrobe and then call the rozzers!" at which Euphemia gave a whoop and exclaimed: "that's how we've never heard any coming and going from that suite - remember the chambermaid told us there were three gentlemen in there, but they never left or returned by the door, and if he's got the Spanish Inquisition in there with him, how did they get in? you've solved it, Philbert – I'll ring the Manager and tell him that if he doesn't get the Police in PDQ, I'll ring Cousin Vinnie myself, he'll put a rocket up someone's behind!"