He clearly explained it all and showed them the note. Amber was not known to the rapscallions, so was elected as the bag lady, the thought being that she would not pose a threat to them. Whoever had that thought was missing more than an arm, but that was the decision and off she went, with invincible Armie following some distance after.

--How come Eagle-eye Armie is so far behind and how did I get into this mess, anyway?

Seven of the clock was nigh. Amber arrived at the rendezvous holding the bag, her collar up. This scheme was not at all well thought out. What was she supposed to do now? A tall dark figure emerged from the shadows as zither music hummed through the trees: dum da dum, da dummm, da dummmm. The person rushed forward and grabbed Amber's bag and ran like the wind. Armie chased and tackled him just as he was about to slither into the train station. Amber and another member of the party who had been lurking nearby, joined Armie in holding the miscreant down. A third man pulled up the rear. Fifteen minutes of intense questioning failed to reveal the whereabouts of Martha Pandybat's child and the loot.

Amber took off in the opposite direction, as the others puzzled over how to rescue Martha Pandybat's daughter and the treasures. She knew what she was doing. About an hour later Amber returned and awakened her friends and the rest of Dublin with a thunderous shout in the street!

--What was that terrible noise here on a Thursday?