"Sounds like a re-run!" Steed declared in a chipper voice. "And it seems as though this Inn that is spoken of is the place to be." He cocked his head and listened for a moment.
"Do you hear that?" He turned delighted eyes to his companion. "Mrs. Peel, I do believe they're playing our song. Shall we?" He lifted the suitcase in one hand, offering her his other arm, keeping the umbrella carefully tucket out of the way.