"Tim!" he called.
There was no answer but the crisp snip, snip of the shears.
"Tim!"
"Did you call?"
"Yes. You haven't seen Lola, have you?"
"Lola? Indeed I haven't. What would she be doing round here, I'd like to know?"
His Highness struggled to smile.
"Oh, I just thought you might have seen her."
"She's not at the kennels?"
"No."