The older voice continues:<br/><br/>"I shall post more guards.  Your mother will never forgive me if you fail to gain the laurels held forth by the Duke...and I in turn will not forgive you should you fail to please him!"<br/><br/>The younger voice whimpers.<br/><br/>"S-sorry, Uncle!  I shall do my very best!"<br/><br/>Yes, the older voice is definitely that pinch-mouthed old fool from earlier.  What was his name?  Elastiplastin?  Lostipluster?  Something like that.<br/><br/>"Good.  For now, it is secure in my garden.  I shall triple the watch.  See you in the morning, boy."<br/><br/>And now the sound of departing feet.<br/><br/>Hmmm.  Secret ingredient, was it?  Perhaps a little investigation might be called for?  Or not.  (Resist Indolence, s'il vous plait!)