An Ally in the Ranks.

Again the chicken finds itself scibbling notes and sharpening the axe of revenge, it would seem a genuine Dr James Mortimer has emerged to extract great pleasure from punishing the poor flightless bird. (For those who are not familiar with the writings of Arthur Conan Doyle, Mortimer was Sherlock Holmes adversary, although very much a background figure)

Yet when Mort (as he shall now be known) shows his true colours, demonstrating before witnesses that he will not respect superiority or seniority, that he is truly not a man of honour, it is at this time that a man's character may be truly revealed if the spies are attuned properly to their surrounds. For there was one man in that room today, my sources reveal, that stood up to Mort quite profusely when my poor chicken was being sacrificed from the great rafters by a chain of elastic bands - one man showed his true character above all others and stated more strongly than words ever could, that he was prepared to honour our unspoken alliance in the ranks. This, above all else, is the mark of an honourable man.

Thank you, dear friend.