"WHERE'S ROBERT"

"Where's Robert?" Humbert mused as he left the pub and made his way to the Hillbilly Club.
Slipping in unnoticed he took a seat at the back of the concert and watched and waited.

The band were in full swing obviously oblivious to the threat.

Humbert was worried. Very worried but the music was infectious and the wine, Mills Reef Gimblett Gravels Syrah deliciously seductive. "I might give up coffee for this" he mused.





Gradually Humbert relaxed, sipping away at the syrah and listening to the Prowse Brothers (all but one)  as they entertained to a sell-out audience.









Humbert was happy. Very happy.

The next day, nursing a slight hangover, Humbert vowed to never drink wine again and to stick to coffee.

He decided to beard Robert in his den. With Richard's help he found Robert's house and knocked on the door.
No answer.

He rang the doorbell.
No answer.

He rang the other doorbell.
No answer.

He noted the three locks on the door.
"This looks bad" he thought.

Humbert decided to investigate around the house. At an annex there was a large sign stating that it was a medical centre and invited patients to attend.
"Strange" Humbert thought.

He made his way around the front of the house having walked around a gate that stood on its own with no fence attached - "even stranger" he thought.

As he looked around Humbert had a strange prickly sensation at the back of his neck.
He felt that he was being watched.

By this time Richard was getting nervous. "There's only two hours before you have to be at the airport" he called out. Richard is a bit of a worry wort.

As they drove off Humbert was sure that he heard someone snicker but couldn't quite place where it came from."Robert will have to keep" he said to Richard.