Who do you believe?

The Messrs P were in the den where Mr Pandammonium does his work. The door opened. I looked round.

‘Have a horror.’

Mr Pandammonium closed the door behind Mr Perkins.

Mr Perkins trotted up to me. We looked at each other for a moment, then he jumped up on my knee and started kneading and purring, then snuggled down for a cosy snooze. No sign of any horrors here.