The African chap has an idea, and calls for the Cat Army to come down into the hold. Four by four in perfect step they descend the companionway. In stern Malinke he orders them to eject the crates of drugs, and push them overboard. He only needs to pronounce the magic word once and they spring into action. "Cheeeeeken!"

Meanwhile, up in the State Room, the old lady, having awakened from a refreshing nap, is tucking into yet another plate of toasted crumpets dripping with butter...