Longcat Media presents the Betty tapes.

Episode 2. Time. 312 p.m. Date 12 of June 1993. Place a storage room at St. Canada's boarding school for young ladies. This is

tape one of the case of the dubious stallion. Quite proud of that title, although maybe it should

have been alliterative. Shabby stallion, stumpy, scummy, shoddy, well, I'll figure it out later.

Talking of stallions, I'm currently perched on an overstuffed vaulting horse,

staring at a row of lacrossecks mounted on the wall,

inhaling the sickly perfume of sweaty singlets and rubber gym mats.

My client, Binty Barkley Hunt, gave me this room to use as an office while I work the case.

She says no one will bother me here because they only use it for old gym equipment.

Pff, not sure about that.

Looks like a prime spot for smokers and illicit meetings to me.

I spent half of six-form in rooms like this.

Oh, it's so weird being back at Old Yeasty for the first time in three years.

It's hard not to feel like a teenager again.

Powerless, trapped, profoundly alone.

Wearing much cheaper shoes than everyone else.

Oh.

It's fine. It's fine.

I'm a grown-up now.

Me and my cheap shoes can walk out of here whenever we bloody well want.

Except not really because I really do need the cash.

Yes, concentrate on the cash, Betty.

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