Suddenly the sun’s light dimmed and a dark shadowy shape formed over him.  Willey had no time to react as a brown feathered bird swooped down and tore the letter from his fingertips, leaving behind a torn strip of paper with the Teapot’s nickname on it.  It disappeared so quickly that Willey feared that the secrets of his adventure had been stolen before it had really had a chance to begin!

A large grubby hand was placed on his shoulder.

“Aahh! … HELP!”  Willey shouted, almost jumping out of his skin.

“Shush! Don’t be alarmed,”  whispered the deep, recognisable voice of Phil Dug’It.  To Willey’s relief it was his best mate Eddy’s dad.  “Is there anything I can do to help?”

 Mr Dug’It glanced around the edges of The Gambit in case anyone else was watching.  Willey hesitated.  The letter had warned him to be careful and he knew that if you ever told Mr Dug’It anything it was not very long before he told it to someone else.