... a dark and stormy night.
Suddenly a shot was poured.
"You need another shot?," Lady Helen whispered.
"Only my third, my dear," replied Lord William, "to take the edge off. You agree, yes?"
Lady Helen eyed Lord William lustily. Her big, brown eyes glistened at the prospect for the evening, but she said nothing. Turning on her well clad heel she glided out of the room to a regular clack clack clack clack. And those clacks could go on for quite some time, and aroused Lord William.
Lord William swirled his glass, took a long draught of gin and sighed, "Oy vey."
At that moment there was an audible *pop* to which Lord William turned.
In his amazement he saw ...