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"And is this your idea of a joke, 3.7?"
"Me sir? No sir!" Bodie looked indignantly innocent, so that Doyle raised an eyebrow at him where the Cow couldn't see.
"Then I'd like to know how it got into the bathroom - the bathroom which only has access via my office, Bodie."
"Yes sir, don't know sir."
It must have been Bodie, must have been... except that he was shaking his head at Doyle now, as Cowley turned away from him, and he was pulling his it-really-wasn't-me-this-time face. If it wasn't Bodie, and no one else would dare, then...
"Er... You have checked it out, sir?" he asked, wincing when Cowley turned ferocious eyes in his direction.
"Checked it out, 4.5? What for?"
"Well..." He waved a hand in the air, wishing he'd not started. Of course Cowley would have noticed anything amiss. "In case it's made of two kinds of plastic."
Cowley looked down again at the yellow rubber duck in his hand, and it wasn't a good sign, Doyle thought, that he looked rather taken aback with the idea. He hefted the duck up and down a few times, weighing it, wondering at it, and he was very, very quiet.
"Um - sir?" Bodie broke them all from what seemed to be an increasingly nervous reverie. "Maybe you'd better put down the duckie..."