"Like all those times you leapt off a waterfall?" Rover demanded. "You enjoyed being a skeleton then for the not-dying part. You didn't enjoy it quite so much when Ghastly refused to put you back together and we used your skull as a candle-holder. Now whose fault was that?"

"Skulduggery's," Dexter volunteered. "I vote it was Skulduggery's. We had to put blinkers on him so he didn't just see a cliff and jump off it. We were something to wonder if we shouldn't rename him 'The Lemming'."

Descry opened his eyes and looked at Tanith with a small smile. "I am very dignified," he agreed. "And, for the record, that time in India when we stumbled onto the opium den was actually a complete accident, and that time in Albuquerque with the fake treasure-map was real. At least, real in the sense that Rover thought he'd found a genuine treasure-map, not that we were using it as a con to catch someone. Though it worked well as that, too."