Mrs. Peel sped through town, weaving in and out of traffic. About a
block from Steed's apartment, Mrs. Peel noticed a man lying on the ground,
hogtied. "That can't be Steed…" Mrs. Peel thought to herself. As she drew
closer, she saw that it was in fact Steed. "You're very lucky that this
isn't a busy street, Steed," Mrs. Peel chortled, at the sheer absurdity of
Steed's position.
"Laugh all you like, Mrs. Peel, just please get me out of the street," Steed requested.
Mrs. Peel placed her car in park, and opened the door. "I'm not sure I shouldn't keep you like this," she said, "it certainly would keep you out of trouble."
"Ha, ha." Steed replied, clearly not amused.
Mrs. Peel untied Steed, then helped him into her car. "What happened?"
"A very attractive young woman came to my apartment, hogtied me, and hoisted me into the trunk of a waiting car. When the car stopped, I managed, with a great deal of skill, to escape from my prison."
Mrs. Peel smiled, not quite believing Steed's story. "So, a woman half your age managed to hogtie you, and carry you single-handedly to her car?"
"She was an Amazon, Mrs. Peel," Steed began indignantly, his pride hurt.
Mrs. Peel laughed. "Poor Steed. Pride hurt? Let's get back to your apartment, and I'll fix you a nice, large brandy."
"You fool!" Granny Smith was screaming at the young woman, who had tried, unsuccessfully, to kidnap Steed. "How could you let him get away? Never mind," she said quickly, not wanting to hear the young woman's excuses. You, there, Macintosh," Granny Smith called to a petite red-head, with sparkling blue eyes, and a peaches and cream complexion, "It's your turn. I want Steed back here, within the hour!"
"Y-y-yes ma'am," the woman stuttered. Quickly she turned and ran out the door.
Steed and Mrs. Peel were relaxing at his flat. Steed was nursing a large brandy, and Mrs. Peel was contemplating her next move. Suddenly the door rang, startling each out of their reverie. "I'll get it," Mrs. Peel muttered to Steed. He nodded, and quickly strode into the kitchen. Mrs. Peel rose and strode purposefully to the door. She opened it and standing there, in a blue dress that perfectly matched her eyes, was Macintosh.
"Mrs. Peel? What are you doing here? Isn't this John Steed's apartment?" Macintosh was clearly puzzled. Could Mrs. Peel be a ministry agent?
"Don't be silly, I am not working for the ministry," Mrs. Peel replied quickly, reading the girl's mind. "I merely thought it would be for the best if I gained Mr. Steed's trust. It will make things so much easier on Saturday night."
Steed, hearing this in the kitchen, chuckled. Mrs. Peel could get herself out of any dire strait.
"Oh, of course," Macintosh replied.
"Now, you'd better be going, before he sees you."
"Yes, I'll be going now." Macintosh walked down the hall, thinking back over the conversation she'd just had. Something wasn't quite right. She couldn't put her finger on it, but…
"Am I safe from kidnapping," Steed asked, as he strolled out of the kitchen.
"For the moment," Mrs. Peel replied, "but I would be prepared for at least one more try. I'm going to go now."
"To where," Steed inquired.
Mrs. Peel just smiled, and sauntered out the door, shutting it carefully behind her.
"Laugh all you like, Mrs. Peel, just please get me out of the street," Steed requested.
Mrs. Peel placed her car in park, and opened the door. "I'm not sure I shouldn't keep you like this," she said, "it certainly would keep you out of trouble."
"Ha, ha." Steed replied, clearly not amused.
Mrs. Peel untied Steed, then helped him into her car. "What happened?"
"A very attractive young woman came to my apartment, hogtied me, and hoisted me into the trunk of a waiting car. When the car stopped, I managed, with a great deal of skill, to escape from my prison."
Mrs. Peel smiled, not quite believing Steed's story. "So, a woman half your age managed to hogtie you, and carry you single-handedly to her car?"
"She was an Amazon, Mrs. Peel," Steed began indignantly, his pride hurt.
Mrs. Peel laughed. "Poor Steed. Pride hurt? Let's get back to your apartment, and I'll fix you a nice, large brandy."
"You fool!" Granny Smith was screaming at the young woman, who had tried, unsuccessfully, to kidnap Steed. "How could you let him get away? Never mind," she said quickly, not wanting to hear the young woman's excuses. You, there, Macintosh," Granny Smith called to a petite red-head, with sparkling blue eyes, and a peaches and cream complexion, "It's your turn. I want Steed back here, within the hour!"
"Y-y-yes ma'am," the woman stuttered. Quickly she turned and ran out the door.
Steed and Mrs. Peel were relaxing at his flat. Steed was nursing a large brandy, and Mrs. Peel was contemplating her next move. Suddenly the door rang, startling each out of their reverie. "I'll get it," Mrs. Peel muttered to Steed. He nodded, and quickly strode into the kitchen. Mrs. Peel rose and strode purposefully to the door. She opened it and standing there, in a blue dress that perfectly matched her eyes, was Macintosh.
"Mrs. Peel? What are you doing here? Isn't this John Steed's apartment?" Macintosh was clearly puzzled. Could Mrs. Peel be a ministry agent?
"Don't be silly, I am not working for the ministry," Mrs. Peel replied quickly, reading the girl's mind. "I merely thought it would be for the best if I gained Mr. Steed's trust. It will make things so much easier on Saturday night."
Steed, hearing this in the kitchen, chuckled. Mrs. Peel could get herself out of any dire strait.
"Oh, of course," Macintosh replied.
"Now, you'd better be going, before he sees you."
"Yes, I'll be going now." Macintosh walked down the hall, thinking back over the conversation she'd just had. Something wasn't quite right. She couldn't put her finger on it, but…
"Am I safe from kidnapping," Steed asked, as he strolled out of the kitchen.
"For the moment," Mrs. Peel replied, "but I would be prepared for at least one more try. I'm going to go now."
"To where," Steed inquired.
Mrs. Peel just smiled, and sauntered out the door, shutting it carefully behind her.
