Candace: "Just imagine - he came along, all cheeky as usual, and asked me if I was interested in a luxury apartment in a historic tower building (not a tower block, by the way.)." "Oh yes?" I said, "and just where is it?" "Don't you want to know the rent?" he asked." "Or the price should you fancy buying it. Lovely building overlooking the river." "Might it happen to have a clock? A loud chiming clock?" I inquired sweetly. "Ah, yes," the little tin conman admits - "it's a bit loud, but all apartments are splendidly soundproofed to dampen all traffic noise - road, rail and air - and also the clock." "No thank you," I sniffed - "and I'll lay odds this is all one of your scams- flogging places that don't belong to you." Raevin: "That told him, eh! Did he clear off then?" Candace: "Not immediately. Huffed and puffed a bit, and looked rather downcast. Well, I thought, maybe I've been a bit harsh with him. So I said "You should stick to real offers." He cheered up then, and started reeling off a whole lot of other places I might like. Really did my head in, all the chatter and figures; in the end I picked one to look at just to shut him up, a listed building near one of the Royal Parks, exclusive but not too costly." Raevin "Have you got any documents?" Candace "Yes, here. Haven't really read them through yet." Raevin takes documents and begins to read them silently to herself. Raevin; "Um - you've signed this one -" Candace: "Yes - it's just a request to look over the property." Raevin: "And this figure for the rent - did you think that was monthly." Candace: "Yes. Why?" Raevin: "It's weekly. Deposit three months in advance." Candace: "What?" Raevin: "And it's the Palace, dear. The little villain's conned you ... Did you get his serial number - no - oh dear. Let's go and chat to your solicitor." (Strange - Chomper usually targets villains ... there's something fishy here! More to follow.) [Girls are from Daz]