Side Note: Only thing missing from this chapter is a priest and some holy water. Sadly, I couldn't afford, either. Nor am I Catholic.

An hour later, the three of them met up with Chatsworth on the front lawn of Osborne Manor. When they reached him, he was doubled over, out of breath and sweating.

"Chatsworth?" Dobie asked, still in disbelief.

"Did you see them? Are they gone?" Chatsworth asked, frantically looking around.

"Yeah, they're like gone. Kate led them like in the wrong direction," Maynard confirmed.

"Thanks, Katie-Cuz," he smiled gratefully.

Kate folded her arms across her chest. "Chatsworth, who were those thugs that gave chase and what did they want?"

"Oh, that?" Chatsworth chuckled uneasily, with a casual wave of his hand. "Only just a friendly game of tag, that's all."

"Chatsworth, if that was a friendly game of tag, I'd hate to see them in an unfriendly game," Dobie challenged. "Now why don't you tell us what's really going on?"

Chatsworth sat down on a marble bench defeatedly. "Oh, alright. Lucian and Xavier-the two 'thugs' that you speak of-were brothers with whom I played poker last night."

"I knew it!" Kate exclaimed. "I take it you lost, but how much did you lose or what caused you to be so petrified of them?"

"Other than their height," Maynard said. "Not to mention their enormous muscles and their beady little eyes and the fact they looked like they wanted to like string you up by your toes and like use your body as a punching bag."

"Maynard, we get the point!" Dobie cried before turning back to Chatsworth. "Continue."

"Well, it wasn't a matter of money I lost per se, but something else. You see, Lucian decided to up the ante a tad. Instead of betting cash, he wanted something of great value. So I came up with a worthy valuable that no one else could offer. Only it wasn't mine," Chatsworth explained.

Kate took a menacing step towards him. "If you bet something of mine, buster, you had better hope-"

"It's not something of yours, my dear Kate. The valuable is of Mumsy's."

"You bet something that belongs to Mrs. Chatsworth Osborne Sr.?" Dobie asked, unable to hide his shock.

"Well? What is it? Surely whatever it is, we can find another of," Kate told him.

"It is Mumsy's sterling silver and topaz brooch, signed and given to her by the Queen of England, herself," Chatsworth stated miserably.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Kate began to choke. "Auntie...cough...Mumsy's...cough...brooch?"

Maynard gently slapped Kate on the back. "What a low-down rotten thing to do, Chatsy." He then turned to Dobie. "Dobe, what's a brooch?"

Dobie gave him an irritated look before replying. "Maynard, a brooch is like a decorative pin that you attach to clothing. You've seen the butterfly brooch that my mother wears on the lapel of her Sunday morning jacket."

"Oh, yeah!" Maynard recalled. "What a low-down rotten thing to do, Chatsy."

"Yeah. Your mother is going to blow her top when she finds out you bet her one-of-a-kind brooch!" Dobie barked.

"And that's why they are after you like mad hornets. You never gave it to them," Kate guessed. "Chatsworth, what are you going to do?"

Suddenly, Chatsworth shot up, grabbing Dobie's arms desperately. "Please, Dobie-Doo; Krebs baby; Katie-Cuz! You three have to help me! I am in dire need of support! I'll do whatever you chaps want: free sundaes and malts for a year, all the jazz records your heart desires, tickets to the Bijou for life!"

"Now wait just a darned minute, Chatsworth!" Dobie backed away from him. "Why should we help you? You know better than to gamble; it just leads to trouble. And besides, what have you done for us?"

"Other than be a low-down, rotten creep. No offense," Maynard added.

"No offense," Chatsworth repeated. "Guys, whatever your hearts desire, I shall make it so. But I am totally and completely despondant!"

Kate sighed. "Fine. We'll help you."

Dobie looked at her. "We will?"

Maynard did the same. "We will?"

"We will." Kate nodded. "But only if you promise right here and now that you will stop gambling! No more poker nights, no more betting on horse races, nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zero."

Chatsworth looked as if he might cry with relief. "Oh, you have my most sincere promise. From this point forward, I, Chatsworth Osborne Jr., will forever refrain from any form of gambling toute hâte."

Kate, Maynard and Dobie looked at him amd nodded. "Good."