‘There’s more in the compost heap,’ said Landen helpfully.

The little man grinned very softly through his eyes; I didn’t suppose he showed much emotion.

‘If interested, I’ll be in touch.’

‘Be in touch,’ I told him.

He grunted, replaced his hat, bid us both a happy day, enquired about the whereabouts of the compost heap and was gone.

‘I’ve never seen a neanderthal in a suit before,’ observed Landen.

‘Never mind about Mr Stiggins,’ I said, reaching up to kiss him.

‘I thought you’d finished with SpecOps?’

‘No,’ I replied with a smile. ‘In fact, I think I’m only just beginning…!’