The next day dawned clear and cool.

Most of the occupants of the town house slept late, done in by the excitement of the previous couple of nights.

Cynthia does wake up late, but looks bright-eyed and self-content when she comes down. She and Molly have completed their first cut of translating and categorizing the documents, and recorded some of the evidence for future reference. Hopefully the boys have been so successful. She makes herself a cup of tea and sits over the books to continue where she left off, waiting for the boys to come down and update her.
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In reply to Cynthia Jane Holloway (msg # 2):

Molly woke up and gasped.  What time was it?  It was...early morning.  Drat.  That could only mean one thing.  She had gone to bed at a decent hour (before 2 a.m.) and had gotten plenty of sleep.  She hoped this wouldn't be a habit.  To make matters worse (or better) she could tell she hadn't been drinking.  Slowly her brain started to function and she grinned.  Oh yes, now she remembered.  She had started to categorize those unique books and had spent the evening with Cynthia and took a ton of pictures.

Molly stretched and slowly got dressed.  It was to be a work day so she wore more utilitarian clothes for today she wanted to get into the dark room and start to develop the pictures.  Her plan for the day made, until she was convinced otherwise, Molly made her way downstairs to see who else was up and for some breakfast.
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Singh is waiting in the kitchen when Cynthia enters.

"Good morning, Miss," he greets her with a slight bow, "I trust your evening was profitably spent and that you slept well. May I prepare your plate?"

He arranges the items she selects on her plate and fetches tea or coffee and fresh juice, as she chooses.
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Cynthia gives Mr. Singh a genuine smile. "Tea for now. My appetite hasn't quite caught up with me yet. I'm glad to see you back well. Once everyone is awake, we should discuss what we've discovered."
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Molly stopped before entering the kitchen and took a deep breath.  She had a reputation to maintain of the never ending reporter.  It was hard to maintain but she did her best.  Now she had to take a breath of energy and "sweep" into the kitchen as if she had been up for hours...and so she did.

"Greetings everybody!" Molly said to whomever was in the room in a chipper voice.  "It will be a glorious day today won't it?  I can't wait to get started in the dark room.  Just think of what we might see.  It will be interesting to see if the photo's took won't it Cynthia?  And that statue!"

Molly sat down at the table and smiled.  "What do we have on the table for breakfast?  I think I might need something more substantial then tea.  Perhaps an American breakfast of sausage, eggs and toast with coffee?  Of course I'll need cream for the coffee.  Do you think that would be possible?"

Molly pulled out her notebook and started to write in it.  "Do you mind if I write while I eat?  I read somewhere that if you write two or three pages first thing in the morning then your mind stays more focused.  I think we can use all the focus we can get, don't you?  Of course those two or three pages don't have to be large pages or have to make a lot of sense.  It is more stream of consciousness thing but that string eventually focuses.  Your mind automatically picks up on one of the points on that string and there you have it...the rest of the writing is more focused.  Such a silly little thing but it works."
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Singh delivers a plate to Molly, as requested, along with a cup of coffee and the creamer.

"I trust you slept well, Miss Fuller."
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In reply to Imran Singh (msg # 7):

Molly smiled at Mr. Singh.  "Ahhhh.  Thank you for this Mr. Singh.  I feel better already just seeing this plate of food.  Good thing I have a high metabolism.  Sleep?  Yes, I did.  Surprisingly so.  Time got away from us for  a little bit didn't it Cynthia?  We were so focused on our project that it just seemed to slip away.   I can't wait to hear how the gentlemen did last night."

Molly poured the cream into the coffee and closed her eyes as she took the first drink of the day.  She didn't need cream in it to enjoy but it was a splurge that she indulged in periodically and today seemed like a good day for indulgence.  After that first sip, she was ready to face real food.  She took a bite of each food first to see that she would like it and then smiled as she found all the food excellent.  "Breakfast...an essential part of the day...even if it is usually taken at noon."
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Cynthia watches in silence, raising an eyebrow in response to the reporter's apparent energy. Perhaps it would be better to hide the coffee, if Cynthia wants her quiet and peaceful mornings.

"I may pass on the black room. I've seen quite enough of that statue, thank you."
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The Count had readied a traditional English cooked breakfast after getting another couple of hours sleep. He had worked through each of the items eggs, bacon, black pudding etc keeping them warm in the oven until served. He had prepared the urn of coffee and large pot of tea first so they were available for any early risers.

Everyone filtered down for breakfast.

Darlington had gone home to sleep, then returned. Fulty and Storm were understandably still tired, as was JM.

Darlington said he'd talk to Barrington today about a raid on the ship and the warehouse. He'd rather grab the ship captain and subject him to some "vigorous" questioning in order to know what they were dealing with, first.

While normal police procedure with regards to gathering evidence and getting a warrant was largely irrelevant with regards to any possible case being brought before the Queen's Bench, completely flouting procedure would cause questions to be asked within Scotland Yard. Especially if there were casualties (which, after the police raid in New York, was a definite possibility).

"From what you describe, I doubt the captain knows anything. On the one hand, he seems motivated almost solely by money and self-preservation. On the other, it sounds like he'll only spend as much on guarding his ship at night as he thinks it protects the money in his pocket. And if his boys are anything like the boys I've seen back home, they're just as easily distracted."

In reply to Cynthia Jane Holloway (msg # 12):

"I have to agree Ms Holloway I had no indication he was a raving cultists. I would like to think he was just the link between the Chinese mainland and London and probably any of the other ports in this saga."

The Count finished his breakfast and took a second cup of coffee.

"Do we have any plans for today ?"

Molly went to refill her coffee cup but this time without the cream.  She was waking up now and figured by another cup of coffee (her third) she'd be ready to tackle the pictures.

"Cynthia declined to help with developing the pictures but anybody else want to tackle it?  It's not too hard.  Just have to make sure not to open up the door or curtain until the picture is ready.  Made good time of taking them last night.  We had a pretty sweet system working for us didn't we Cynthia.  Well done indeed."

In reply to Molly 'Mungo' Fuller (msg # 14):

Fulty yawned and sipped his coffee.

"I have no plans for the day. I would love to help you develop those photographs! Well, "love" might be too strong a word. You know what I mean."

In reply to Prof. Ralph T. Fulty (msg # 15):

Molly grinned enchantingly at Professor Fulty although she was thinking he might not notice if he wasn't totally awake yet.  Not that she had romantic inclinations towards him, she didn't think she did, but it was out of habit.

"I'd be delighted to have you help me Professor.  Take your time with breakfast.  I've had mine but am only on the second cup of coffee.  A third won't hurt a bit."

"So the only out standing job will be checking the ships register at Llyods. I am quite happy to spend the day reading the books. Do we have a date in mind for the mansion trip ?"

"There's no interest in attempting to further investigate the warehouse or the ship? Frankly, even if we can't investigate the warehouse, I'm half-tempted to torch it outright. I doubt it's full of alms for orphans."

In reply to Cynthia Jane Holloway (msg # 18):

"Apart from a raid by the Detective I can't really see what we can accomplish. I suspect the warehouse probably contains many similar boxes to the couple we found at the Penhew foundation. If the Detective would like a few of us to go with him I am sure it could be arranged ?"
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"I believe he indicated that such a raid would take time to arrange. Not to mention that there may be agents of Gavigan embedded even within the yard.

"If you feel confident that these boxes are like those we've already secured, and I don't have reason to doubt you, then I fall back to the second option. Better that they be wholly destroyed than left to be distributed and cause more evil."

After breakfast and her third cup of coffee Molly look at the professor.  Well sir, shall we get going on the developing?"  She leaves and goes to the area where they have put set up and puts up a note that says "do not open unless given permission...developing pictures" and sets to work.

In reply to Cynthia Jane Holloway (msg # 20):

"That there are agents within the yard is mast likely assured. Though I am sure that the Detective is well aware of this as are his superiors if they believe our help was warranted or needed."


"I think gaining the evidence whole does our cause more good then Gavigans, especially if it can be attached to him in some way. I have always seen it better to keep such objects out of the general public perception then to freely sell and distribute them. Though this type of object is somewhat new to me, in the physical sense anyway."

Darlington telephoned the Count's town house.

The Detective Sergeant related that Inspector Barrington agreed to a raid on the warehouse, using a dozen hand-picked officers. This could be affected the next day.

While it was usual to gain some sort of evidence ahead of time, at the Count's urging he assured them he could make something up, perhaps the word of some unnamed "informant". It wouldn't hold in court, but would be enough for now.

Darlington also related that he had telephoned Tewfik and Gavigan to ascertain there whereabouts. There was no answer at either's private residences. The secretary at the Penhew Institute related that Gavigan had decided to take a week or two off, but would be sure to call when he returned.

"Lor' luv a duck! Why don't yew lot 'ry an' fool da Bruvver'ood in'er fnkin' yer leavin' today? We'll grab da Captain when 'e steps off da wharf, then when 'e talks we can move in on da warehouse. Know what I mean?"

"Yes, yes Detective I do know what you mean. That sounds like a good plan. I will relay the information to the others and then we can meet here before departing after the Captain. Thank you, good day"

The Count replaced the receiver then went back to the saloon to let the others know of the Detectives plan and to offer his delivery truck if they needed transport to carry out the ruse. He would offer his own services if needed, but was happy studying the books if not.

"It would seem important to try to learn where Gavigan and al-Sayyid have gone.

"I cannot imagine anyone being convinced that Miss Holloway, at least, would depart London in a delivery truck. This must look like an ordinary departure.

"How will you, Count Bathory, and you, Mr Falcon, participate in the ruse of departure? Will you close up your houses? To say nothing of Miss Fuller, who would seem to need to take a leave of absence from her newspaper."

"I am often gone on my flying business so a departure for the States would not be out of character.  Perhaps we can let it be known that we are following leads to the States or even travelling to console teh relatives of our departed comrade.  Miss Fuller could tell her paper she is taking a leave to do some investigation in the US."

"I would like to speak further to this captain and participate in the raid on the warehouse to see what turns up.  We should also try to examine the crate taken aboard the freighter if we can intimidate the captain enough."

In reply to Imran Singh (msg # 25):

Turning to Mr Singh;

"I would guess they are both at Ganigan's estate. The truck was only an offer, if it is not needed then so be it."

"I did bot have the intention to close my house, but now it is mentioned I shall make a show of travelling north by train. Kings Cross at rush hour should lose any pursuit and the after dark we can come back here or another hotel. Mr Perkins, his brother and friend can guard the town house while we are away."

"If we're associated with something hours after we've 'left' it'll defeat the purpose of laying a false trail in the first place. Are you all so confident that attending this raid won't reveal our continued presence in the city?"

In reply to Cynthia Jane Holloway (msg # 28):

"As long as we time it correctly, we can investigate ahead of the police and be largely gone by the time they arrive. Although, I do like the idea of the police making the raid the same tactic ended up being a massacre in New York."

In reply to Prof. Ralph T. Fulty (msg # 29):

"Indeed, that was the attack that killed by poor brother at the Ju Ju House. They used lookouts in front, dressed as derelicts. Such as abound in Limehouse, I'll wager. It seems fantastic, but my brother and several policemen were assaulted by what could only be described as "Voo Doo" zombies. I don't know how to credit this, but I'm inclined to believe it, myself. Perhaps as a result of drugs and/or hypnotic trance.

"These sorts are vicious, likely at any rate to be toughened criminals, if not insane. A dangerous proposition for anyone, police or ourselves, if the same hazards are present."

Storm lit another cigar to go with his coffee.

"I say let us return to the hotel. We can obtain rail tickets to Dover. Then stop off near at JM's home in Lympne, the station at Westenhanger and drive back. Or fly! Won't that be a hoot!"

"After, we can grab the Captain tonight as he goes for a drink, then go on the little raid with police."

"All are certainly welcome back at my house.  It is only a short flight to London with my plane and the cultists are unlikely to be watching the airport for us.  If the police can add a bit of muscle or we can hire some of Darlington's 'friends' then a direct assault on the warehouse would be doable."

"As for the captain, I am all for interrogating him.  I think we might be able to threaten him with official action to find out what he knows and get aboard to look at what he is carrying."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 32):

"Or, give it a day or so for the news to sink in we're gone. I am curious about what they're protecting at the warehouse."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 32):

How many passengers can Falcon's plane carry?

"I can carry eleven passengers total.  When I have a charter I usually hire out a stewardess and bring along another bloke as a copilot."

"So, I saw we get moving, get our tickets and draw the enemy away from us.  We can be back in town tonight and take down the captain followed by a raid on the warehouse.  Darlington, can you get us extra muscle to hit the place?"

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 35):

After completing his morning's tasks, Darlington returned to the town house. He fixed himself a cup of tea.

"Tewfik's flown da coop, wen' by 'is shop. Gavigan's gone as well. I fink yew lot spooked da Bruvver'ood, so i' makes sense they wen' after yew at da 'otel, an' 'ave extra guards on their warehouse.

"Funny fing, I fink I saw Howard already waitin' in fron' ov Tewfik's shop in a taxi. He didn't get aaaht an' I didn't get a chance ter talk ter 'im befawer 'e left, if what was 'im at all.

"Naow, I won't need ter fake leaving London, I live an' work 'ere. Same fer Dr. Weston. Wif yew lot gone, they'll fink da 'eat if off an' relaax.

"I'll make some calls to me mates. If we can wai' until tomorrow, there are two or three blokes what don't mind a tussle. By tomorrow they'll 'ave a chance ter pull their guards, what would be da time ter raid da warehouse. Sorted mate."

"If they think we're gone, I don't imagine we'll have more than a day after they see us before they realize the ruse. Is our first priority the warehouse or the mansion? If we want to hit both, we may need to plan to hit them both in short order."

In reply to Cynthia Jane Holloway (msg # 37):

Storm nodded.

"The goal at the warehouse is to not let them know we were there, right?

"Because I think the problem with Tewfik's spice emporium and the Institute was that we took items that were damn impossible to miss. If we let the Brotherhood believe the police confiscated whatever we might have recovered ourselves, then our tracks are sufficiently covered. A little tactical "misdirection", as they say.

"Now, as a contingency, in case the worst should happen and we are recognised, then perhaps it would be best to leave al-Misr House for another time. We know their schedule, we may leave here, and return when convenient."

In reply to Major Charles Storm (msg # 38):

"Blimey! I don't like leavin' da Bruvver'ood fer anuvver day, but if that's what i' takes then I will.

"If I fnk da Bobbies can do i' alone from what da Captain says, then yew lot are off da 'ook. There won't be any worry you'll be recognised, then. Nuff said, yeah?"

"Ok then, we wait a day and hit the warehouse with the police tomorrow night.  If we stay in the background we shouldn't be recognized and the blackguards will think the police have conducted the raid, right?  I'm more concerned about interrogating the captain as he will recognize us for sure.  Perhaps we can roust him up today before we leave?"

"As for the mansion, mayhap we hit the warehouse and then the mansion in short order one after another?"

<ooc> Trying to get this straight, sorry for being slow. </ooc>

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 40):

"Lor' luv a duck! Well, I guess I can conduct da quesshunin' ov da Captain tonight. After, like tomorrow, we can conduct a police raid.

I do insist one ov yew lot come along on bof endeavaaahrs. That way we get a different, what do yew say, perspective, on fngs. Volun'eers? Know what I mean?"

Keeper's Note: Darlington is changing his mind here, in that he will now do the questioning and the raid. But I do insist that some PC come along, to share the risks and/or get their hands dirty and NPCs aren't doing all the work.

"Honestly, I don't cotton to this as we've barely begun preparations for the latter action. If we hit the mansion soon, we'd only get whoever's actually there at al-Misr House right now (although if that includes Gavigan and Tewfik it's almost worth it for them alone).

"What I'd do is wait for the next Brotherhood ceremony in a week or so, then hittin' 'em then. If we take the time to perform some reconnaissance and organise our forces and resources, we can take them unaware and bag the whole bunch of these foul polecats at once."

Keeper's Note: This is not necessarily the "best" approach, but what Storm, as an experienced military officer, would suggest.
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JM nods, trying to draw on his own experience.  "If we wait a week we have that much longer to maintain our cover out of sight of the cult.  Still... catching them all in one fell swoop would ensure there are fewer enemies loose that might seek revenge."

In reply to Albert Darlington (msg # 41):

The Count has just finished his coffee and after listening to the argument for and against speaks up;


"I would be happy to accompany you and your team Inspector and I am sure others within our group will also help."

"As to the mansion it would seem there are arguments for and against waiting and hitting it now. It is just the outcome that will differ, if catching the leaders of the brotherhood is a priority then we have to wait."

JM nods; "Best to catch all the rats at once as well as being sure to rescue those poor hostages before they are sacrificed to their heathen gods."  He turns to Darlington; "If you can keep the captain on ice for a while then we can keep our presence secret until the time comes for the raid on the mansion.  We can take in the captain tonight night before we raid the warehouse with the police.  Then wait a few days while laying low, perhaps out at my home in the country before hitting the mansion."

"Officer, can we perhaps be deputized so we can more officially participate in the raid on the warehouse?  The key is to stay incognito."
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In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 45):

Slurping his tea appreciatively, Detective Sergeant Darlington nodded, smiling.

"Lor' luv a duck! Cor, I fink I can easily keep da good Captain in cells fer 24 'aaahrs. As well, Detective Inspector Barrington can swear yew in as Met Special Constables. There are badges fer Met Specials, but no guns. Shame, innit?"

"I believe our primary concern with the warehouse is to avoid detection. If the police can make an entrance, we can stay back in a truck and go in once we've cordoned off the area. Keep any witnesses inside the warehouse from escaping, and anyone outside from seeing us. Our anonymity is critical.

Regarding the interview with the captain, someone like Molly may be better suited to pull off the interview. She has a clear professional motivation, and her ongoing presence in London is already well-established. She's just doing her job as a reporter. Although I hate to pull down the additional threat on her."

In reply to Cynthia Jane Holloway (msg # 47):

Molly grinned at Cynthia.  "Threat?  Oh now.  Don't you know that the pen is mightier than a sword?  Never did understand that all the way through.  It might be mightier but the sword, at the very least, has reach on the pen."  She chuckled and looked for the coffee pot.

Ahhh, there it was.  As she got up and filled up her coffee cup with more coffee, sniffing in appreciation of the brew before taking a sip, she nodded.  "If anybody else had said that Cynthia, I'd have accused them of being disqualifying based on gender.  Of course I know better since you said it.  Yes it will be dangerous but you do have a point.  Just give me a pot of coffee, some questions you might to have officially answered, and point me in the right direction.  Ahhh, an interview with a captain.  A man in uniform.  Always good for a human interest point of view.  Yes....my silk slacks should work well for that.  A fetching hat...is the captain married?  Hmm.  That might throw a kink into the works although I can still use that.  Yeeesss....this might work.

Molly's brain was already thinking of what to wear, which was almost as important as what to ask, as she sipped her coffee.  Another three cups and she'd be up for the job.

"Good point Darlington and we can bring our own guns of course..."

JM tips is head in acknowledgement to Cynthia and Molly.  "Well put ladies.  My concern with hanging back during the warehouse raid is that there may be 'things' in there that we are better equipped to handle than the police.  It will be dark and we can disguise ourselves.  As to the captain, I doubt if he will be a cooperative interview subject.  I was thinking we may need to sweat what we want out of him."  He shook his head; "Not a subject for a lady. Or at least not a lady alone."

Young Karlheinz had sat by quietly as the discussion went back and forth, nursing internally a slight headache from his drinking the night before.  Finally as things seemed to have been resolving into a plan, he piped up.

"So Valcon, vee seemt to haf come to der plan?  Vee are headink avay on the train to ze port az if vee are leafink, zen you and I vill fly der folks bak here in hopes zat zey do not realise vee are shtill a'vound? Haf I got it vight?"

"Speaking only for myself, I don't have the experience as a reporter necessary to tell if she would require another member of the party, or if the police will be sufficient. Molly, do you have any thoughts on the matter? Of course, if you require assistance, I'm sure any gentleman here would be happy to lend a hand."

"Yes, Mr. Bergmann, I believe you have it correct. Which means as soon as business is concluded here, we should get about all of the normal activities of visitors about to leave the country. Then we can regroup for our train."

In reply to Cynthia Jane Holloway (msg # 51):

Molly grinned at Cynthia.  "To tell the truth Cynthia?  One never knows for sure until they try.  Like a lot of things in life, reporting is more a matter of persistence.  You don't give up on your article or leads and you just keep asking questions.  It is totally possible that I won't get anywhere but on the other hand that too can be, perhaps, of some assistance.  I'm sure that the Captain will be expecting a report to show up sooner or later.  They have a habit of hanging around police stations.  He will tell some fibs, give misdirections, and perhaps even some truths.  That is only the first part of the whole process.  Then the reporter has to figure out which is which.  In this case, I can get the answers to whatever questions you wish me to ask...and if you don't like the answers then you kidnap him and have your way with him. Now.....are there any particular questions everybody wants me to ask?"

"I suppose then we'll need at least one person with you to follow up on anything we'd recognize as leads? Do you suppose you'll want to use force to get him to reveal his information, and is that an option while he's in police custody? Or shall we kidnap him a little more thoroughly so we can hold him until after we visit the Al Misr house?"

In reply to Cynthia Jane Holloway (msg # 53):

Molly chuckled.  "Well I don't think that we should use force right away.  Most men will clam up tighter than a virgin clam if you start out that way.  I think this should be more on the friendly visit to ask legit questions.  The rough stuff can be done later when I'm not around.  I'd hate to have a reputation of being in cahoots with a thug or two.  Besides if we rattle his cage he might lead you to where you want to go and tip his hand."

JM nodded to Karlheinz.  "You've got it spot on Karlheinz.  At least we'll get a bit of flying in on all this." He listened to the conversation with Molly and Cynthia.  "We should ask him who paid him to carry the cargo, who he is taking it too, what it is and if he's carried similar cargo in the past and if so, where and to whom." JM shakes his head.  "I'm afraid he might not speak willingly and blackguards of this type might take a beating without speaking.  I think we might get Darlington or some other official looking type to intimidate him with a threat of losing his ship if he doesn't speak up.  Otherwise we are stuck with torture and I for one want no part in that."

"If he doesn't recognize any of us then we won't need him held incommunicado for as long.  I would be happy to accompany Miss Fuller on the interview and stay out of sight although I think that Mr. Darlington is best suited."

In reply to Molly 'Mungo' Fuller (msg # 54):

"Lawd above! I'll let yew do da talking. He might not like me kind ov persuasion at all.

"I fink Mr. Falcon was in'endin' ter be there fer da quesshuning? That makes you, me an' da good pilot, innit?"

The group got ready to leave for the hotel.

Once there, those who were registered under their own names (Cynthia and her entourage, Ralph and Maj. Storm) would make a show of checking out. From then onto the train, from where they would decamp before reaching Dover. It wasn't a perfect plan, but it seemed good enough to throw any followers off their trail.

Meanwhile, the workmen installed the removable fireproof steel shutters over the front windows of the book shop on the ground floor of the town house.

"I think it would be best for you and I to be with Miss Fuller, Darlington.  I expect to stay in the background so that I will not be recognized."

The Count took his time finishing his breakfast. He then helped his new friends as they prepared to leave for the train.

He climbed the stairs entering the study with its wide windows over-looking the side of the building and into the street. He put on his green velvet smoking jacket and hat and then taking the Latin book they discovered in the Penhew Foundation building he continues reading.

He check the work on the shop front when the workmen have finished before returning to his book.

Singh packed his few things in the grip he had brought from the hotel. After breakfast, he assisted Miss Holloway with her packing. Soon all was ready for their false departure.

I believe Anna is still around to help out with packing and, more critically, shopping. Cynthia divides her things into three groups; stuff to keep at the Count's place, such as clothes and guns, stuff to send home with Anna, including gifts, and probably also that lovely painting we purchased from that charming artist fellow (after Molly has had a chance to photograph it), and a small pack to carry, which is mostly some snacks and a book (I'll choose which after I have a summary of them all).

In reply to Cynthia Jane Holloway (msg # 61):

By late morning the group was ready to go. Darlington had stopped by, then left. The workmen proceeded with erecting the iron shutters. Those engaged in reading the strange documents had to put them aside.

They were on the train to Dover before noon, disembarking at rural Westenhanger in less than an hour, met by JM and Karlhienz in the Silver Ghost. They'd had a pleasant drive down from London, as the road was mostly good and the Rolls Royce was an excellent motor car. Next stop, Lympne Aerodrome a few miles away, and the rented hangar of Falcon Aeronautics!

It was still rather early in the year but the cool morning was becoming a little more mild in the early afternoon. Birds chirped, cows grazed in green fields of rural England.
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JM helps the others load their baggage into the boot of the Silver Ghost and then settles into the passenger's seat next to JM.  "Let's go straight to the hangar.  Karlheinz and I have the airplane ready to go so we can depart immediately.  I have a basket of sandwiches and a bottle of wine in case anyone is hungry."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 63):

Molly had been looking forward to a ride in the plane and she was almost indecently fast in getting out of the vehicle in her excitement.  "You think of everything Mr. Falcon.  It sounds like a great way to start the day and a nice counter to the ugliness we find ourselves trying to stop."

Karl, the hefty young man that he is, helps all the women with their luggage aboard the Silver Ghost, whistling to himself.  He is quite happy with the thought of flying once again, especially with old JM.  The two of them had become quite good friends in such a short time.

"Here vee go, ladis' and gents, zis vay to der car.  Vee veal bee in zie kar und on ouw vay soon enuf."

Cynthia savors approaching and boarding the plane. Food and wine is excellent, but she doesn't think she'll have any attention for it until they land. "Must we go straight back? Perhaps we should visit somewhere else on the way. Aerial reconaissance, you understand."

Lympne Aerodrome

The Vickers Vimy Commercial was parked on the grass airstrip, warmed up and ready to go. It was an immense plane, with an open dual-seat cockpit above a cylindrical passenger or cargo bay that could hold ten (10!) passengers in relative comfort.

A wind sock sagged limply on top of the hangar, a perfect day for flying.



It was a fine day, and several planes were up and buzzing about. The newly-created air racing circuit, first established at the airfield a couple years back, was very active and many pilots were former RAF personnel, and friends with JM and Karl.

(There was little animosity for the German airman. Some shred of chivalry had been preserved between enemy flyers during the war. Germany had, after all, lost the war to Jolly old England! Hip hip hooray! The Yanks seemed to want to take personal credit for winning the Great War but it was hoped, perhaps in vain, they would grow out of this urge to take credit for the work of others.)

Inside the hangar hid the Bristol F.2, the "Brisfit" 2-seater. A drop-cloth covered it and perhaps any modifications it might have.

The fuel tanks of the Vickers was full, there was enough petrol to fly up to al Misr house near Walton-on-Naze, then back to London's main airfield, located outside the city at Croydon. Purely hypothetically, of course! JM could fly out with the others and then hangar the Vimy at Croydon, or drop them off and return to Lympne and drive back with Karl.

Inside the fuselage were 5 side-by-side rows of 2 padded leather seats, each with a window. There was a wood interior. No galley, not yet.



OOC: Any colour or paint scheme for the old girl? Name?
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Putting down his luggage, Ralph fumbled with his camera case. He wanted to get shot of them all together, before embarking.

"I brought my camera! We can do some aerial photography, like they did in the war!"

"All right, everyone, group photo!"

"But then you won't be in the picture! Can we find someone else to manage the camera so you can join us?"

In reply to Cynthia Jane Holloway (msg # 69):

Oh I can get somebody.  Hang on.

Molly ran to the hanger where some mechanics were talking.  Her body was a study in motion as she first stuck out one him to catch the men's eyes and then her arms waved back at them before clasping them together in a plea for help.  Before she returned she was jumping up and down and clapping her hands in excitement.  The men chuckled good naturedly and one of them returned with her.

"Hey everybody.  This is George.  Isn't he just the greatest?  He said he can take a picture of all of us."

George blushed but nodded.  "Just get all of you together so I can do this before the boss gets back."

Molly nodded and piped up"and remember George.  If you have any good human interest pictures or action shots that you take, send them to me.  I'll see what I can do about getting them published and/or buy them from you."

Molly stood in front of the propeller and motioned for the others to join her.

Not quite sure about Molly's methods, but you can't argue with results. Cynthia hurries on over in front of the fuselage, towards the front of the group (she being shorter) and tries on an adventurous (but still conservative) pose.

JM laughs happily at the reaction of the others to the aircraft.  He's extremely proud of her of course having lavished much treasure and sweat (his own and KH's) on her over the last few years.  Besides, any opportunity to fly is a good one.

The craft is painted in a sharp blue and silver pattern with white and gold lettering.  On the nose is a scantily clad (for the 1920's) red headed woman holding a globe with the name 'Andromeda' lettered in cursive script beneath her.

"I'm glad you like her.  The 'Andromeda' has been quite good to Karlheinz and I.  She's a perfect size for a couple of fellows to operate but big enough and with enough range to handle serious charter and passenger service."  He moves over next to Molly as she poses under the propeller.  "We can manage an overflight of the mansion and maybe get a couple of photos from above for intelligence.  If we wanted we could fly to France for the day."

In reply to Molly 'Mungo' Fuller (msg # 70):

George replied in his thick incomprehensible Newcastle accent, "me pleasure, miss. Wor an' the lads reed the Scoop aaal the time! Be sure tuh send yee owt interestin.

"Oh wye aye, John, Karl. Class da fo' a fleet."

He raised the Leitz camera to his eye as everyone got together.

"Everyone git togethor neeo. On the count iv three. Yen, twa, three!"

After seeing to the stowage of the luggage with KarlHeinz, Sungh takes a quick tour around the aircraft's exterior. He doesn't entirely trust the idea of hurtling through the air hundreds of feet off the ground, but he will meet his fate stoically, as befits a Sikh.

He reluctantly joins the others for a photograph, standing back in the shadow of the wing. He does not smile.

Once everything was loaded, and the photographs were taken, Karl readies himself for take-off, wondering who among the lovely crew would play stewardess for the flight.

"So vere to, Captain,"  Karl looked over at his companion-at-arms, "Schood vee just hed north, or verr vee szerious 'bout headink to France for the vinter..."

In reply to Karlheinz Bergmann (msg # 75):

Molly thanked George for taking the picture and then insisted that she take one of him and the boys.  This way she will have a record of who they had talked to last just in case they have problems with the flight etc.  If not, when she went to pay them for any scoops she might have she would also make sure that she had the right people.

Well Cynthia shan't waste any time waiting around on the hot tarmac if she doesn't have to. Inside and into a seat! She's ready for take off as soon as all of her trunks are loaded (of course, the picnic baskets are in the passenger compartment).

JM helped KH with the baggage and the last minute preparations to take off.  He walked down to the tower and got a copy of the latest weather reports as well as filing a flight plan.  Once back he did a quick walk around the aircraft to ensure it was ready to fly and then climbed aboard.

He smiled at KH, glad to be ready to fly again.  "As much as a jaunt to France would be appreciated, we're just heading up to London today. Let's get the passengers settled and then we can be on our way."

"Alright zen, vee vill be ouff in a giffy zen.  Happy to vee in sie air vis you my bruder."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 78):

Molly went to get into the airplane but commented to John-Marc as she was passing Anytime you want a passenger for a jaunt some place, just let me know.  It sounds like it would be a wonderful adventure."

She smiled as she settled into the plane.  It was obvious that it had been taken care of.
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Glancing at KH, JM laughed.  "It's always good to be in the air my friend!  Go ahead and get the engines ready and we'll be off momentarily."

JM smiled at Molly's comment and bowed slightly.  "For a beautiful woman such as yourself Miss Fuller, you are welcome aboard my craft anytime you like."

He headed back into the passenger compartment and addressed the group. "Ok, we'll be flying for about an hour or so to London.  It's not that far but I'm going to take a bit of a scenic route over the mansion as well as around London to give everyone a nice view of things.  Use the seat belts until we are leveled off and in the air and when we land.  I've got a picnic basket of sandwiches, fruit, wine and water for anyone who is hungry. Karlheinz and I will be taking off momentarily, any questions?"

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 81):

Outside the next-door hangar, George yelled, "Contact!" and pulled the propeller of an old surplus Nieuport fighter. The motor roared to life and the pilot, Dennis, taxied out onto the airstrip and then clawed into the sky. This was one of the first nice days of spring, so far, the weather had been rotten for flying. As many flyers as possible were taking advantage of the situation, someone was taking off or landing every few minutes.

Lympne Aerodrome was now the centre for a fledgeling air-racing circuit. There were several warehouses remaining from when this was an RAF airfield, including a couple long wood shed-like structures where surplus aircraft after the war were disarmed and dismantled. Still, there were still many viable aircraft like nimble fighters to be had for a pittance and ex-War flyers congregated where they could indulge their need to fly on the cheap.

The Count only stopped reading the new book once his stomach started to rumble. He put aside the book and his notes taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. Then looking to the door he made his way to the kitchen having a glass of cordial while he prepared a simple meal of cold game pie, pickles and a good wedge of farm house cheese.

He made up another three plates for Perkins, his brother and his friend. Calling them up from the lower level the Count sat for a pleasant hour finishing his meal and chatting with his guests. Once he had cleared away the dishes he ascended to the roof of the building.

An ancient olive tree sat in a large tub, a cast iron seat ran around the outside. He removed a small monocular from his pocket and gave the surrounding streets a thorough scan before removing a cigar and taking a seat.

The Count stood just as he felt the first spits of rain. He returned to the book and his notes, donning his glasses he returned to the fascinating book.

In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg # 83):

They parked the Doctor's town car in the hangar to be picked up later. Perhaps someone could fetch it at a later date or a friend could come up to ferry it back.

Karlheinz easily took off into the sky. There were some clouds at low altitude stretching to the NW, including a small gray rain cloud over the city. Everything else seemed clear enough, there was no turbulence. The plane was relatively comfortable. At least for those without a terror of flight!

Now, it was either direct to Croydon or take a tour past el Misr House to the NE of the city (as you are SE, this is almost directly north).

OOC: Everyone make a LUC check. If you fail, you are nauseous and must roll equal or less to CON to avoid airsickness. Fortunately, bags are easily available.

Cynthia hardly notices all the jumps and lurches and funny rumbles of the airplane as she unpacks the picnic baskets and distributes sandwiches, cookies, and snacks to those who are interested. She hands the wine bottle off to one of the men to open for her as she stares out the windows and nibbles on her sandwich.

In reply to Cynthia Jane Holloway (msg # 85):

Molly was doing good and enjoying the sights from above until Cynthia unpacked the food.  She wasn't sure which food set it off, but something all of a sudden wasn't sitting right with her.  She looked at Cynthia with pleading eyes as she looked around for a large bag so not so much clean up would be needed later.

~Oh great golly Molly!  You've been shot at, drunk out of your wits, and now you can't hold your liquor or food?~

Singh had no interest in food (especially once Molly began making delicate sick-noises), so he watched out the window, the peacefully slipping past of the landscape far below contrasting odlly with the immense racket of the engines.

JM sat in the right hand seat as KH taxied the aircraft out and took her into the sky.  He kept busy with the engine controls, monitoring their condition and adjusting RPM and fuel flow as needed to keep them finely balanced even as KH adjusted throttles when he leveled off.

He pulled out the aerial chart and showed it to KH, pointing out the familiar landmarks of the area around their home field.  Shouting over the noise of the engines and airstream in the open cockpit he discussed their plans.  "Bring her over the Al-Misr mansion here before you take us down to the airfield Karlheinz!"
  The familiar bouncing and motion of the airplane had little affect on his trained body.


20:09, Today: John-Marc Falcon rolled 41 using 1d100. For Luck 65.

Navigation was rather simple. JM had flown Major Storm the same route the previous week, affording their first glimpse of the decaying mansion.

They flew north, out over the wide bay at the mouth of the Thames. More clouds were coming in from the west, over the city, but the skies were mostly clear where they were flying. Below, the North Sea was dark, numerous fishing boats rode the waves. A steamer chugged out to sea under a plume of coal smoke, heading for the continent.

After roughly an hour they crossed back over land. Their nav point was a crumbling octagonal brick lighthouse on the cliffs overlooking the beach, a relic of Victorian engineering.



al-Misr House was a rambling 3-story mansion on a small island in the Naze river. Behind it was the stone Egyptian-style stele that the Major had sketched. The island had a small wharf, and was connected to the shore by a wood bridge. On shore was extensive fields (under cultivation). The fields were enclosed by a high brick wall, the road leading to the island bridge entered the surrounding wall through a gate, guarded by a small gatehouse.

Molly, having gotten over her temptation to be unladylike amongst so many, swallowed hard a couple of times before opening her mouth.  She didn't say anything the first time and quickly shut her mouth again and swallowed some more.  Her color was coming back to her but she didn't want to appear any whiter than she already was so gave up the idea of her taking pictures.

Afraid that her newspaper or uncle would hear of her silliness, her mind prodded her into action before anybody could yell STOP THE PRESSES!  Good Golly Miss Molly!  Mungo left Speechless!

John-Marc, do you have a camera attached to your plane or does somebody need to lean over and take pictures?  I would normally volunteer but I'm afraid that I'm still suffering from...dark room fumes...and wouldn't want to dirty up your plane or its passengers before I can recover.  Is there more win left?  That should settle the stomach quite nicely I believe."

Singh taps Colonel Storm on the arm as they look down on the tableau of the estate spread before them, "Perhaps, sir, we should consider a sea-borne route."

JM nods to KH at the controls to slow down and stay in position as he leans down into the passenger compartment.  "There should be most of a bottle of wine left Miss Mungo, I'm sorry to hear that your stomach was bothering you.  If you want to get a photo you can climb up into the cockpit and you'll have a great view."

Storm nodded.

"Indeed, in and out with no fuss, bypassing the choke points of the gate and the bridge. In fact, once we hold (or destroy) the bridge, no one gets on or off the island.

"Alternatively, I think we could easily land a plane in those fields for a quick getaway. We'd need to arrange signals, like flares, as we don't have a wireless. Might get a little complicated..."

In fact, the first wireless signals had been recently transmitted and received in the UK to a Vickers Vimy transport like theirs, but they themselves didn't have portable sets.
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In reply to Major Charles Storm (msg # 93):

Using his own camera, Fulty began taking photographs out the window as they flew by the island.

Seeing JM, he asked, "can we open the door and take some pictures that way? It shouldn't be too dangerous?"

Leaving KH in the cockpit, JM clambers down into the passenger compartment.  "As long as someone keeps a good hand on you Professor there should be no danger leaning out the door and getting pictures." 

He heads back to the rear door and catches the gist of the conversation with Singh and Major Storm.  "It would be easy enough to land on the fields though at night it would be tricky.  Best to have some one in the field mark it off with flares and then signal when you need the plane landed using flares as well.  I'd think it would be best to just stick with boats as flying in the dark is always risky."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 95):

Molly heard the Professor say he would take pictures and brightened up.  "You know Professor, we could help each other on that.  You can hold me for me to take some pictures and I'm sure that I can help you get some also.  I believe that my stomach problems are over John-Marc but thank you for your offer.  After we get some pictures with the door open I'll take you up on the offer of the cock pit."

In reply to Molly 'Mungo' Fuller (msg # 96):

Fulty got his equipment ready. He was using a Brownie camera that wasn't quite the equal of her Leitz. He laughed, dismissing her suggestion.

"Hold you? In the door? That's a jolly good joke, miss Fuller. Now, as a woman you lack the necessary upper body strength to be safe, everyone knows this. Unthinkable!

"Here, Major, JM, grab my belt, let us proceed."

He opened the door, getting ready to lean out and take pictures. A strong wind blew in, and the roar of the motors became a little louder.

JM stepped up. "I'm sure we can get you a shot at a few photos out the door as well Miss Fuller.  You've got a good equipment and know how to use it.  The more photos we can manage the better.  Let's get Professor Fulty set up first and then we can manage you." He took hold of the professor and helped him to the door.

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 95):

Major Storm got ready for the door to open.

"I concede you are correct. Night landings must be desperate indeed! Still, I had fond hope your aeroplane could be used for strafing. Too bad there's no armaments."

When the door opened, he grabbed Ralph's belt.

Lympne Aerodrome had been the main point of disposal for Great War aircraft, to be sold and then disarmed and broken apart for salvage. In fact, disarmament was generally the buyer's responsibility. When JM and KH bought the Bristol F.2 "Brisfit", it was armed with twin air-cooled Vickers mounted forward and twin Lewis guns in the swivel mount behind.

Instead of selling them as scrap metal for a few pence, Karlheinz wrapped them in oilcloth and stored in the hangar. They might come in handy during flights to Africa and Asia. (In fact, a French mail plane was recently ambushed by Tuareg tribesmen in the desert, barely escaping under fire.) The fine for unregistered machine-guns was a princely fifty pounds if discovered, but registering them with the police would be a simple matter.

At any rate, over the weekend Darlington had easily taken care of the permits for the machine guns. JM had located a surplus wareshouse that might well be able to supply them with ammunition belts. KH had installed the swivel and fixed mounts on the Brisfit but not the guns. Not yet.

In reply to Prof. Ralph T. Fulty (msg # 97):

Molly was tempted to give the good Professor a boot, purely to help him get a closer view for his pictures, after he made the statement about women's upper strength.  She didn't give in to her temptation though since they were suppose to be on the same side.  Instead, when his back was turned, she rolled her eyes and chuckled.  "I can't imagine what I was thinking of Professor.  I'll just wait for Jean-Marc to help little ol me.  After all a girl loves to have to have strong manly arms supporting her."

Molly then took another sip of her wine so that her mouth wouldn't get her in more trouble.

As they opened the door for the photographers JM smiled knowingly at Major Storm.  "Ah sir, a soldier is always prepared.  Karlheinz and I managed to acquire the Brisfit with her full armament forward and in the observer's station.  The guns are well preserved and only lack ammunition.  There may be a warehouse in the City that can supply us with that key ingredient.   Strafing might be a bit indiscriminate though, especially at night.  We could however dismount the guns and use them afoot in an assault."

He chuckles to himself at Molly's exchange with the professor.  Seeing her roll her eyes he winked at her comment.  Stepping up he extended his arm.  "I would be honored to support a dashing, beautiful woman such as yourself Miss Fuller."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 101):

Major Storm helped hang onto Fulty as he looked out the open door and snapped pictures. "That's swell news about the guns! Damn great thinkin' ahead of time!"

"Good point about strafing, and with it being the new moon and all, there will be very poor light at night, depending on the cloud cover. We used to mark our trenches and positions, we could do the same with ground flares or flashlights."

"Hold Miss Fuller out the door? Well, I've seen some crazy things in my time, I think that's taking the whole "flapper" business too far, don'cha think?"
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In reply to Major Charles Storm (msg # 102):

Molly took John-Marc's arm and chuckled at the Major.  "Really Major Storm.  You have missed the point.  It is not to hold me out of the plane but to hold me inside the plane so I can hold my camera out and take pictures.  Carrying Flapper business to far?  Nay sir.  I refuse to talk about such business in a small plane with an open door.  Surely the plane would land with one or two fewer passengers.  It is not "Flapper" business as you put it...it is "newspaper" business.  A totally different thing."

In reply to Molly 'Mungo' Fuller (msg # 103):

Cynthia agrees with Molly, "yes, a totally different business, and much less respectable." There's enough tease in her voice to suggest she isn't being too serious.

Storm had the decency to look embarrassed as he held onto Fulty in the doorway. He needed to shout to be heard over the roar of the motors.

"Quite right, please accept my apologies! Although I did know what you mean about being inside the plane. Like good ol' Ralph here! I am ashamed to admit I forgot you are a reporter, taking pictures is your job of course, so when the professor is done I'll be glad to assist you. But them flappers, I still say they take things too damn far, pardon my French!"

Fulty soon finished in favour of the professional, and it was Molly's turn looking out the door.

Keeper's Note: make a photography roll...

In reply to The Keeper (msg # 106):

Molly grinned and graciously bowed her head to the Major.  "No harm done Major.  I do not always want people to see me and think to be careful what they say.  That would be dull reading in the papers now wouldn't it?"

Molly got out her camera and prepped it and slowly made her way into position.  Her earlier nervousness was forgotten as she soon was happily clicking away lost in the moment as she trusted those behind her to keep her safe.

In reply to Molly 'Mungo' Fuller (msg # 107):

Molly took some pictures she was very satisfied with. This was despite the vibration of the airframe and lack of a decent focal length.

There wasn't a lot going on in the afternoon at al Misr House. She also noted that parked outside a carriage house behind the decaying mansion was a small delivery van of some sort, rather out of place. It looked rather like the one belonging to Tewfik al-Sayid, owner of a London spice emporium, whom she knew from her investigation into the Egyptian Murders/Soho Slayer killings was affiliated with the Penhew Institute as a former expedition guide and a possible suspect.

In reply to The Keeper (msg # 108):

"I say Major, did you notice the delivery van behind the carriage house at the al Misr House?  Isn't that a peculiar place for it?  It almost looks like the one that the owner of  a London spice shop has.  What was his name?  Oh yes.  Tewfik al-Sayid.  He used to be an expedition guide but then was considered a possible suspect in the Soho Slayer killings if I remember right."


Molly allowed them to pull her back in but as she did so she still kept taking pictures.

In reply to Molly 'Mungo' Fuller (msg # 109):

Storm helped close the door. The noise was cut down, but not much.

"Thet pole-cat... We figger he's the skung who kidnaps the victims for the Brotherhood. For Gavigan. Iffen he's not the leader of the cult hisself, then he's Gavigan's personal assassin. We had a look in his place, found some strange cult kinda things. some Egyptian sceptres, powder, a scroll. Perfessor Fulty might know more. Darlington went ta have a look at 'im yesterday, wasn't in his shop. Guess we know where he was at."

They banked and turned south-southwest, heading for Croydon.

Lacking any specific instruction, Karlheinz kept lazily circling the Naze estuary.

It was a beautiful day, scattered clouds at 5,000 feet. London looked like it was having a short rain shower.

Once Molly was done, they headed back to London.

Avoiding the rain clouds (which had mainly passed eastwards over the north sea) they flew over the western parts of the city, landing at Croydon airfield to the south.

In reply to The Keeper (msg # 112):

Molly was positively beaming after that experience.  "Oh what a marvelous experience that was.  Thank you for that opportunity John-Marc.  Karlheinz your piloting was wonderful and due to it managed to snap some great pictures."

Molly reached for the rest of her drink and sat down inside again.  "Major, knowing about the van and such now, does it cause you to rethink any of your/our plans?"

In reply to Molly 'Mungo' Fuller (msg # 113):

Storm looked out the window and down, then back at Molly.

"I don't think this changes much a'tall, ma'am.

"We been hopin' to ketch all them four-flushers at the mansion at the same time, it's jes' more proof that's where they went to ground. Now, if they hole up there, they won't be in the city causin' more mischief."

JM assists the others in taking of the pictures and then heads up to help manage the landing.  "I think you're right Major.  The more of them are there the better as we can catch all the rats in one trap." He poured a drink for himself and pulled out a bottle of beer which he offered to Karlheinz.  "Shall I order up a car to take you to my rented place?  Karlheinz and I can get the plane back to our home base and drive up to meet you later."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 115):

"That shore sounds swell! The car can take us all the way to yore place in Barking. Meet you there?"
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London

The telephone in the Count's Town house rang. Perkins answered, called for the Count.

"Ello, Count? Detective Sergeant Darlington 'ere.

"Lor' luv a duck! seems there was a right brawl in da streets a' London earlier today. Not an' all far from you, on Tottenham Caaahrt Rd. Outside Goodge Stashun.

"A geezer was set upon by a group ov fifteen assailants. Dark an' fawerign-lookin' they were, as described by witnesses. Shots was fired by da man, a Bobby what nearby tried ter in'ervene but was assaulted an' beaten unconscious. There was blood at da scene, but by da time mawer Bobbies arrived all da blokes 'ad disappeared, as if in'er fn air.

I fink dis is da work ov da Bruvver'ood. From da descripshun i' sounds ter me like Howard was da bloke they was assaultin'. I'm sure I saw 'im today, waitin' outside Tewfik's. My guess is 'e wen' ter da Institute, an' da Bruvver'ood were waitin' fer 'im, awer someone else.

"Anyhow, let da uvvers know when they get in'er town.

"Aside from Howard bein' missin' (and 'e just might 'ave escaped) dis ain't necessarily a bad fing. Detectives'll 'ry ter quesshun you bein' 'is friends, an' find you've left da coun'ry. I'll see ter that. It'll give us a reason ter raid da warehouse by da docks. Know what I mean?"

The Count had just put down the book again as the first splatters of rain hit the study window. He moved to the kitchen and made a pot of tea before calling Perkins and the others to come up for a cup. He again laid out a spread of simple sandwiches, cheese and pickled onions. He sat for a time with the others finishing the light supper he had prepared before taking his tea back to the study.

He had barely taken his seat when the phone rang and Perkins called for him.


”Well this is not good news. I will let the others know of the development. Thank you for telephoning me. Good day.”

The Count replaced the receiver before letting Perkins know what was going on. He had thought of letting the shop reopen and letting the additional protection to lapse. Now he would just have to wait for the others to report in.

He returned to the study but did not take up the book again. He instead started on his correspondence both business and personal.

JM heads to the office at the aerodrome and rings up a car for the others to take them to his rented house.  While they were waiting he called the Count.

"Hello, Count Bathony?  This is John-Marc Falcon.  We've arrived with the group at the aerodrome and I've arranged for a car to take them to my leased house.  KarlHeinz and I will take the plane back to my home base and return to London in our truck."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 119):

"Hello Mr Falcon. It is good to hear your voice, I trust all went well ? Detective Darlington has just telephoned to say Mr Howard was attacked, shots were fired and he may have escaped though he is now missing. While this is concerning, he said it now gives them a reason to raid the warehouse."

JM shakes his head.

"I hope Howard is ok.  All the more reason to raid the warehouse sooner than later.  We'll be back in town tonight in time to participate in the raid at least under disguise of sorts.  Also Darlington should have the captain picked up at the same time so we can interrogate him for what he knows."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 121):

"Very well I shall meet you and the party at the warehouse at the required time. I hope all goes well with the Captain. He did not strike me as the type to put up a fight. Good day Mr Falcon."

He replaced the receiver, but stood in the hall for sometime thinking. He returned to his study before taking up his letter writing again.

JM turned back to the others. "I talked to the Count and he told me that Howard was attacked and shot but while he may have escaped has disappeared.  It seems from what Darlington told him that the police are going to raid the warehouse tonight.  We need to be prepared to tag along."

There wasn't much else to do at that point.

The other members made arrangements to return to either the Count's Town house or JM's rental house out in Barking. The train quickly took them to London Bridge station. From there, they were hidden by crowds and could hire cars to take them to their respective destinations.

JM and KH flew back to Lypne. From there, they drove the Ford flatbed and the Silver Ghost back into the city.

Come the evening, Darlington would come by to collect those going on the raid of the warehouse. First, he, JM and Molly would pick up the ship Captain, who might tell them what they needed to know about the warehouse. Then they could proceed with the police on their next move.

Keeper's Note: My apologies, I think I might have some details wrong, but if no one feels like posting a correction we can just proceed.

There wasn't much else to do at that point.

The other members made arrangements to return to either the Count's Town house or JM's rental house out in Barking. The train quickly took them to London Bridge station. From there, they were hidden by crowds and could hire cars to take them to their respective destinations.

JM and KH flew back to Lypne. From there, they drove the Ford flatbed and the Silver Ghost back into the city.

Come the evening, Darlington would come by to collect those going on the raid of the warehouse. First, he, JM and Molly would pick up the ship Captain, who might tell them what they needed to know about the warehouse. Then they could proceed with the police on their next move.

Keeper's Note: My apologies, I think I might have some details wrong, but if no one feels like posting a correction we can just proceed.

Dralington showed up in the evening where the group was staying.

"Gawdon Bennet! Okay, yew lot. Are we ready ter go? First we'll pinch da Captain, 'ave a chat in a warehouse I know of nearby. Then we'll go in. Lilly Law an' yew lot at da same time. Get ready ter go. OK?"

In reply to Albert Darlington (msg # 126):

Molly smiled at Darlington.  "I have the easier part dear sir.  I just have to talk.  I will trust you gentlemen to keep me safe while doing so.  Sooooo, when you are ready, I am ready."

JM was exhausted by the long day of travel but the idea of action perked him up.  He'd brought his pistol and shotgun back with him in anticipation of imminent action. "I'm ready for action Inspector.  Let's collar the captain, shake out what we need of him and clear out the lot in the damn warehouse."

<ooc> The outline of action sounds perfect. </ooc>

Checking his pocket watch as he rose from his seat in the study. The Count called for Mr Perkins help as he put all the boxes and books back in the vault.

He then collected his shoulder holster from his night-stand and put his two Colts into the front pockets of his coat. He collected his Homburg hat from the hall stand, it had a wide brim that created a shadow over his Face.

The Count walked to the end of the street and hailed a taxi. He sat in the rear pulling on his gloves. He would stop the taxi a block or two clear of the rendezvous point so he could assess whether he had been followed.
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In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg # 129):

Fate was on their side, no one was following them.

Pickup up the Captain was a quick and painless task. Darlington and another detective simply grabbed him on one of his trips to the wharfside tavern.

The Captain was dragged into a waiting car, from thence to a dark and decaying building strongly smelling of tar and old fish.

Under questioning he divulged his name as "Lars Torvasson", Captain of the Ivory Wind. Once Gavigan's name was mentioned, he clammed up.

Darlington walked over to the part of the warehouse where the others were waiting unseen, in the shadows.

"He don't wan' ter talk ter police now. Willingly. We could "persuade" 'im, but what would leave marks, see? Can yew fink ov a reason 'e'd talk ter yew instead ov me?. OK?"

Without thinking, he started putting on a pair of leather gloves.

JM looked to Molly.  "Unless you can think of anything to open his mouth Miss Fuller it might be best for you to step out.  This could get messy." He turned to the detective.  "He can tell us what he knows or we'll arrange that Gavigan thinks that he spilled the whole infernal plot, impound his ship and strand him here in London where he will be at the mercy of his 'friends'.  Otherwise we let him go after he tells us what he knows."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 132):

Molly looked at John-Marc and shrugged.  I can try to appeal to him but not sure if it would do any good.  I am willing to try though, especially if it will lead to a bloody pummeling."

JM smiled and bowed slightly to Molly. "You are a brave and intelligent as well as beautiful woman Miss Fuller.  If you can try to get something out of him I respect your skills as a reporter."

"Perhaps he'd be more amiable to talk if we showed him what's inside some of those crates he's hauling; the same sort of crates we recovered from the Institute. If not, perhaps just approaching him with a softer appeal might work. If you all feel he is no threat, I could speak with him privately."

JM steps back and sweeps a short bow to Cynthia and Molly. "It may be that the fair sex can tame this creature where others cannot."

In reply to Cynthia Jane Holloway (msg # 135):

Molly nodded to Cynthia.  "Would you like to take a crack at him first?  We both could approach him at the same time if you'd prefer.  Obviously not I'm not a threat.  If that doesn't work I could show him a picture or two from the crate.  After that?  He's fair game for the guys."

The Count followed the conversation with interest.

"Yes lets see if he may be persuaded before we have to resort to more unpleasant means."

Darlington seemed amused at the thought of the women taking the lead here. Certainly a new experience for him in this line!

"Right. Let's get going, then. After you? OK?"

JM smiled at the Count and stepped back into the shadows to watch with interest.

Darlington led the two women back to where the Captain was bound to a chair, under a light. The rest of the large room was in shadow.

Singh follows Miss Holloway down the hall and slips into the room to stand in the shadows.

Molly checked her pocket to make sure she had a couple of pictures to show as back up and then went into the room.  As she did so, she let her care free personal attitude slip off her shoulders and adapted the concerned reporter attitude.

She followed Cynthia into the room and looked at the man.  She certainly wouldn't want to be in his shoes if he wouldn't talk any more.

Cynthia requests that Mr. Singh stay out of the room. "I trust you'll be there when I need you. But at the moment, I need him to like us, and I'm afraid of all of the things you exude, a soft, alluring exterior isn't among them."

With that, she takes some time to adjust herself, to dress down enough to appear socially approachable, slightly disheveled, tired and in need. She applies the tiniest bit of makeup, accentuating the eyes, and undoes a button on her blouse.

With that done, she lets Darlington lead Ms. Fuller and herself in. Cynthia looks about the room as though she's as lost as the sailor, but takes a seat across from him.

"Thank you, Captain Torvasson, for letting me talk with you. And you, Detective Darlington." She waits for Mr. Darlington to leave the room (or at least disappear from sight).

"My name is Melissa Sapp. I ... my brother was kidnapped recently. I've been working with the police to find him. The best they've come up with leads back to Mr. Gavigan. It has something to do with ... some sort of smuggling he does? I don't understand, truly. My brother isn't involved in trade, or anything that seems like it would be of interest. I don't know. But he's been gone nearly a week, and the police say if we don't find him soon, it's not likely we'll ever find him again."

She reaches out to take the Captain's hand.

"I'm sorry, I know I've been the source of your trouble. I'm so sorry. I'm just ... I don't know what else to do, sir. I just need to find my brother. If you could help, please ... I'll be forever indebted to you."

Depending on how open he is, she'll press for some particular details;
What is he shipping?
Where is he shipping it to?
How frequently is he shipping stuff?
What does he know about Gavigan? About Gavigan's organization?
What other locations does Gavigan hold?
Does he know about the Al Misr house, or the strange ceremonies Gavigan is involved with?
Does he recognize any of the names from the Carlyle Expedition?
Does he know anything about the kidnappings, or where the people might be held, or for what purpose?

(And of course, anything else that shakes out. She'll push him into sharing what HE thinks is relevant first, then lead him with questions only when he seems to have run out of things to share.)

OOC: Rolled a 90 on Persuade. I guess she shows off too much boob and the man recognizes when he's being played.

After a moment's hesitation, Singh bows his head slightly, acceding to Cynthia's request. He takes a position just outside the door to the room, making certain it remains ajar so that he can hear what transpires.

Molly, not thinking that Cynthia is making headway, resorts to her way...keep talking to try and get them to reciprocate.  Molly hands Cynthia one of her embroidered handkerchiefs.  "Here you go Melissa.  Take a few minutes to compose yourself dear."  She then turns to Mr. Torvasson.

"Hello Mr. Torvasson.  I'm Molly.  Melissa is right to be worried that her brother might not show up again.  We both know that if you aren't found within a week chances are you won't be found.  I'm not saying that it is right or wrong, just that it is.  We know that.  Melissa has been a little more sheltered so she likes to think that she can still find her brother and I'd like to help her.  I'm sure you'd like to help her.  You wouldn't want to disappear and not be missed by those who care.  Bad things are afoot for sure and I know that basically you'd like to help us......"

Molly just keeps talking and inserting the questions that Cynthia wanted answered more than once (if he doesn't answer him).  She always talks in a calm voice with periodic looks of sympathy and worry (especially when she looks at Cynthia)She will work in the questions that Cynthia wanted answered.  Molly has found that sometimes if she just keeps talking people will answer her questions just to shut her up.  Her theory is...if it works...it works.

If it doesn't work, Molly will then pull out the pictures and reluctantly show them to Mr. Torvasson while she asks the questions again.
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JM follows Singh and with a glance inside takes up a position out of sight where he can hear what is transpiring.

Shrugging to show he couldn't help her, Torvarrson replied to Cynthia, "yahhh... sorry about your brother, miss. Don't know anything 'bout him."

"You want what I know? I need promises de police won't seize my ship. You're friends wit' dem, ya? As well, could use some money, t'ings, dey been tight."

In reply to Captain Lars Torvarsson (msg # 148):

Stepping forward, Darlington nodded.

"Lawd above! Yew cooperates wiv us? Then yew an' yaaahr ship is safe. As long as yew answer deese ladies' quesshuns. I'm sure there's a few pounds fer yew from them if yew cooperate. Sorted, mate."

In reply to Albert Darlington (msg # 149):

The Captain didn't know anything about Gavigan's organisation or has heard of any Cult. Nothing about any kidnappings. He's never been to nor knows anything about al Misr House. He doesn't know anything about the Carlyle expedition, none of the names ring a bell.

As far as he knows, Gavigan pays him to ship cargo back and forth, which he does. He puts on fake addresses and doctors the cargo manifest for customs purposes.

"I've worked for Gavigan and the Institute for about five years now. About once or twice a year, between here an' Shanghai. A couple trips to Australia to pick up and drop off.

"I bring crates with art and other t'ings here to London. I don't look.

"A lot of what I is shipping east is guns, ammunition. Bombs. From de war. Dat's what I's waiting for, de next day or two. Gavigan, he keeps it all in his warehouse. Guardin' de warehouse is a cut-t'roat named "Punji Chabot". Punji, deys a thug, a stone killer! He's got a crew of seven-eight workin' for him, can never tell dem apart, ya? Never seen em usin' guns demselves, just knives, big ones dey are!

"Chabout sleeps dere. Most of his boys, too."

"Thank you so much for your time, captain. I'll do everything in my power to make sure you and your ship are taken care of."

Cynthia regroups. "I suppose that's enough to warrant a raid. But I'm concerned that the police alone going in may result in an enormous loss of life."

In reply to Cynthia Jane Holloway (msg # 151):

Molly leaned over and put her hand over Torvarsson's.  "Thank you.  I'll donate to the information cause.  I'll leave it up to you on how to distribute it.  Hopefully with your information Captain many lives will be saved."

She then turned to Darlington.  "I'll leave you to finish making arrangements but I do hope that you'll keep him and his ship safe now.  Please let me know before he is released so that I may pay him."

In reply to Molly 'Mungo' Fuller (msg # 152):

Darlington nodded, then took the ladies back to where the others waited.

"Blimey! A couple detectives'll 'ave a squizz at da cargo on 'is boat.

If da Captain is tellin' da truth, then Chabot an' 'is crew 'ave knives. We can move in wivaaaht an' all much trouble, if there's a couple detectives wiv revolvers along.

I don't wan' ter wai' any longer. We 'ave a 'alf-dozen constables, let's push off. Nuff said, yeah?"

In reply to Albert Darlington (msg # 153):

"Indeed Detective, what is the saying ? Lets have at them."

The Count absently counted off the Prideaux loaders in his inner coat pocket as he waited for the interrogation to wind down and for the group to move to the next objective.

"With guns and ammunition to hand, they may avail themselves of such firepower when inside the warehouse, even if Torvarrson hasn't seen them carrying firearms."

"Mr. Singh, while I have no intention of fighting if I can avoid it, I think it's time for us to retrieve the firearms.

What time is the raid, and where shall we meet up prior?"

Molly walked over to Darlington and handed him some money.  "Make sure that Torvarsson get this and gets to keep it.  Don't want it to disappear before he gets it....not that you'd do that.  Just trust who you give it to.  Now...you mentioned something about weapons and shooting?  I'm afraid that the only shooting I'm good at happens to be with the camera.  Kicking and screaming, however, I excel at."

Molly smiled at her confession but it was good to let them know that she wouldn't be much hel there.

JM handed Darlington a small handful of notes as well.  "The man has been upfront with us or at least seems to have been.  He sounds like a pawn in all this. Still, keep him locked up until after the raid just in case he was playing us for the fools."

In reply to Molly 'Mungo' Fuller (msg # 157):

Darlington smirked at Molly's implication, understanding that she knew the score when it came to how police could operate in the rougher boroughs of the city.

"Lawd above! I see yew 'ave some knowledge 'ow da police operate. Don't worry, I'm not gon'a take a penny what belongs ter da good Captain."

He replied to Imran, "Mr. Singh, if there are guns there, no one can guaran'ee they won't grab 'em. I'll ask mawer specific quesshuns ov da Captain, perhaps they ain't quite ter 'and."

Darlington went off to further question the man, then return.

"The good Captain insists they weapons aren't ter 'and, there are rifles in crates but da ammunishun is in uvver crates. It would take time ter get i' out. Who knows if Chabaaaht 'as anythin' 'idden that's prepared? We'll take down da unarmed blokes awer those wiv knives, yew can 'elp wiv da firearms.

"He also says 'e also transpawted in narcotics like opium an' 'ashish from Turkey, they should still be there. Stolen artworks like statues, paintings. Seems like Garvigan's been a bad boy, innit?"

JM considered; "Artwork and paintings?  If it is more of the same corrupt materials it would best be consigned to a cleansing fire.  As wide as his activities have become it makes it more imperative that we shut him down."

The Count considered what the detective had managed to further glean from the Capitan. At Mr Falcons suggestion of a fire the Count spoke up;

"I have to agree with Mr Falcon for the more disturbing pieces of evidence I think this is the best way of keeping out of the public realm for good. The more transportable of them, books, small statues and the like we should take for our own research. With the police force's blessing of course."

"We should probably take the warehouse soon, who knows if the Captains been missed."

JM nodded in agreement with the Count.  "I think you have the right idea of it Count." He looked about at the others;  "Any more questions of this benighted sailor or shall we move on to the main course?"

Darlington dispatched a couple fellow detectives along with the Captain to verify the ship had no further contraband other than what they'd been told about. When they cleared the ship, the Captain would be free to depart.

He then sent a half-dozen Bobbies to meet them at the warehouse. Before joining them, he gathered the armed investigators together.

"All right, 'ere's a sketch ov da building. Chabaaaht an' 'is blokes is stayin' in front. The weapons are in crates at da rear, on da shelves. OK?"


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The Count looked over the map;

"Our entry points should be the front and side doors with a loose perimeter of police focused on the double rear doors. I hope the flee repose takes over and it is just a matter of collecting the criminals. Our aim should be to secure the warehouse with all occupants present so as not to tip a warning to the rest of the cult."

"The other avenues of escape are probably going to be along the connecting roofs or through the sewer. Hopefully surprise will negate this."

"Are there any windows? Since the rear loading doors open outward, perhaps a truck or auto could be run up against them, sealing that means of escape.

"Two of our party and three constables can enter each of the other doors and call on the men within to surrender. If there is any resistance, we should shoot them down without mercy."

JM readies his pistol in one hand and a sap in the other.  "I agree with your plan Singh, Count.  We should rush in and not give the blackguards a chance to react or ready their defenses." He turns to Darlington.  "Do you have a ram or such to batter open the doors quickly?"

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 166):

"There's no windows, awer they're boarded over. I can't say if there's a sewer entrance inside awer not, there could be, dis close ter da river."

He reached into the paddy wagon and pulled out a sledgehammer, which he hefted.

"I 'ave me Ronald de Boer knocker right 'ere! I'll deploy me blokes ter cover da uvver Ronald de Boers. We can back da paddy wagon up ter block da rear Ronald de Boers. I mean doors. OK?"
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In reply to Albert Darlington (msg # 167):

"Sound very good detective. If no one has any other questions ?"

"No. I'll need to return home briefly for my guns, then I'll be ready to follow."

Molly listened and then had a great idea.  "Well I don't have a gun and  probably would have ended up shooting one of you if I did since I don't know how to use one.  I, however, do have the camera if we need evidence pictures but also as defense.  If you've ever had one of the flashes go off in your face unexpectedly you'd know what I was talking about.  I was going to stay home and let you report back....but I have to admit my curiosity will get the better of me so I might as well tag along."

JM shook his head.  "I think we are ready Count, Detective." He looked at Molly.  "Just stay near the rear and watch the action Miss Fuller.  An extra pair of eyes not immediately involved in the conflict is useful if the enemy tries some trick."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 171):

"I'll keep these peepers on you Mr. Falcon.  If I see anything I know how to scream.  Quite good at it actually."  Molly grinned at everybody and grabbed her camera.  "I'm ready."
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JM chuckled.  "I'll be happy to have you watching then Miss Fuller."

Darlington asked, "ready?"

Then, hefting the sledge, he took a run at the door. He swung the hammer, aiming at the lock mechanism. The head struck a glancing blow. "Christ!" He pulled back and swung again, hitting the mark dead-on. The door swung open, Darlington dropped the hammer and charged through, drawing his revolver.

"Police! Surrender in the name of the law!"

OOC: Whoever goes next through the door is first-come, first serve...

Cynthia is standing with her shorter gun at the ready, wearing her quail-hunting slacks, jacket and boots. But she's certainly not going in first (if the thugs didn't kill her, Mr. Singh would!)

Singh stands ready at the side door just behind the constable with the sledge. When they hear the police whistle from the front signalling the start of the raid, he wishes he had a grenade.

Molly is standing behind Jean-Marc since she said she'd keep her eyes on him but fully intends to go in last.  She will look for something that she can throw at anybody who happens to try to get past the door but, not having a gun, she isn't going to be front and center.

The Count is second through the door after Darlington. He moves with purpose towards the office door hoping to secure it in the quickest possible time. He tries to keep low and use the cover available as he moves forward with a Colt New Service in each hand.

JM moves in behind the Count, his pistol in one hand and a cosh in the other.  He'll move toward the office area.

Once the constable has smashed through the door, Singh is through it and straight across to the center set of shelves. He takes up a position to cover the office door and cut off any attempt to get to the loading doors or the crates of arms and ammo.
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The constable at the side door was having some trouble opening it. Singh, Cynthia and Kalheinz along with 2 other officers waited impatiently. Keeper's note: Next combat turn you'll be able to enter, my apologies. Nice detail with the police whistle signal!

Darlington was covering the open area. A couple knife-armed hoods, likely East Indians, stood confused and on the verge of panic as someone started bashing in the side door. They looked at Darlington, paralysed with fear. The rear loading doors creaked as the police van back up against them, secure them.

The Count entered the office, and was immediately charged by an evil-looking ruffian wielding a wicked-looking curved knife, an Indian Kukri, screaming, "YAAAAHHHH!" Behind him were two more men armed with knives, but standing indecisively.

Keeper's Note: Standard initiative applies, gunsfire is resolved before melee attacks.

The Count stepped to the side of the Detective into the path of the knife wielding Indian. He had no option, with his Colt already pointing in the direction of the assassin the Count unleashed his revolver.

The Mark III cartridge had been produced for just such an occurrence as the Count now faced. With is flat wadcutter profile it could be a target load except for the slight hemispherical hollow in the bullet. Initially a military round for colonial use it was discontinued because it did not conform to the Hague Convention of 1899.

The Count was never one for convention, he knew from experience if he was able to hit the target it would put the man down and probably take his arm or leg off.

Cynthia raises her shotgun to firing stance, and keeps her place behind the men. She isn't expecting to be able to see anyone from where she's waiting, but will move forward when it's clear. She's carrying her 10-gauge pump, loaded with shells.

JM seeing that Darlington had the situation in the main warehouse in hand so far moved into the office to support the Count.

[Can I fire?  Not sure where we are in initiative order]

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 184):

Molly followed John-Marc, close on his heels, into the office.  When she was sure that she wouldn't be shot at, she scurried into the office to look and see if she could find any incriminating evidence...yes, that is the reason she is doing it...not because she is just snoopy.  Women are good for this type of work Molly couldn't help but think to herself.  After all we usually wear gloves so when moments of opportunity occurred, they were already ready.

In reply to Molly 'Mungo' Fuller (msg # 185):

The two police at the front (two were at the side, two at rear in the van) pushed in after Darlington, the Count and JM.

At the sound of Chabot's battle cry in the office, one Bobby with flaming red hair and truly heroic whiskers politely but firmly grabbed hold of Molly's elbow, stopping her from continuing. "Sorry miss, thar's a wee spot ay trooble in thaur ye dorn't want tae see!
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Chabout took a step forward. The Count's shot struck him in the chest. He grunted and kept coming. JM's shot followed a half-step later, and Chabout dropped bonelessly to the wooden floor, wicked curved knife skittering out of his grasp.

He gasped a few times for breath, body heaving. JM and the Count's ears rang from the loudness of the gunshots in such a small place.

JM was breathing heavily from the excitement of the encounter as well as the intense thrill of danger.  He turned his gun to the other two men standing indecisively in the room. "You lot, one your faces on the floor." He waved the barrel of his gun suggestively to aid in the translation.

The Count moved forward wide eyed. He continued to cover the man on the floor with the revolver in his right hand and the two other men with the one in his left. He kicked away the large knife so it was out of reach if the shot man was to stir.

"Lets move them out into the main room, group them together."

"I believe the good Mr Singh can translate... where are they..."
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Molly sighed.  She really did want to see it but she knew that it would be impossible.  Imagine, an investigator not wanting to see it!

Instead Molly nodded and patted the officers arm.  In a good "female" role voice she thanked him.  "Oh thank you sir.  Please tell me when it's all quiet in there.  After your men have secured it, the office will be the safest place for me."

The side door slammed open, letting in Singh and the others. The lascars in the office complied with JM's command, and the Bobbie on Molly's arm (MacDougall) left to perform his duty.

Chabout and the 4 lascars were the only occupants of the warehouse. Inside the office, Chabout continued to struggle and gasp as he lay on his front. The Bobbies ignored the dying man as they secured the other prisoners.

A pool of blood spread from under Chabout across the floorboards as be bled out. His gasps slowed, then stopped. He began jerking around, emitting a ghastly choking rattle inside his throat. Then he was still.

Keeper's Note: SAN Checks for the Count and JM for witnessing the death, although this is not a particularly severe one!

As he put both of his revolvers into his coat pockets, the Count could not take his eyes off the dying man. He had seen death such as this and worst then this, but it seemed like a life time ago now. he wondered if the streets of London may have taken the edge off his war.

As the two lascars are removed from the office the Count begins a thorough search beginning with the corpse at his feet.

In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg # 192):

Now that she wasn't restrained and she could hear the men being secured, Molly slipped into the office.  Once she saw her team searching bodies she started to search the office itself for anything that might give them clues.

JM stood fixated by the sight of the man dying.  He'd seen death before in the War and afterwards but somehow the brutal nature of this death or perhaps the accumulated horrors of the last few weeks suddenly struck him.

Cynthia waits patiently, with her gun at the ready, for the officer to open the side door.

The door was bashed in shortly, to find Darlington already in the open space of the warehouse holding 2 lascars at gunpoint.

JM avoids the bloody corpse and moves the two prisoners out to the middle of the warehouse where they can be put with the others.

The Count rolled Chabout's corpse over. The front was soaked in blood, still oozing from the bullet holes (his heart had stopped pumping blood but gravity still worked to drain out the fluid). There was a terrible smell as the man's bowels and bladder relaxed in death, releasing their contents. Despite the distasteful chore of searching the body, there was nothing to find.

Cynthia, Singh, Karlheinz were in the main warehouse now, along with some of the bobbies. The captured lascars were sitting with their hands on their heads in the open space in the middle of the crates.

Cynthia addresses Mr. Singh, "It looks like things are in hand over here. We'd best check over the entire building to be sure there are no other surprises before we get down to work." She knows Mr. Singh will complete this to his satisfaction, and more effectively, if she's not hovering over his shoulder, so she'll get a blanket (from the little bedroom if necessary) and cover up the corpse.

"Come on with me, Karlheinz," Imran says, turning to check out the shadowy recesses of the large space. He approaches all corners warily, revolver pointing ahead and kirpan naked in his off hand, just as he did when clearing a trench. He keeps an eye out for any crates that might contain weapons or ammunition.

"Miss Fuller, I believe we are looking for some kind of ledger or similar account book to better know what has come through the warehouse. I hope it is just here somewhere, but there may be a safe."

The Count continues his search.
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In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg # 201):

"Ahhh.  Good to know Count.  I shall look for those items then."  Now that she knew what to look for, Molly started over in a more systematic search.

The warehouse was filled with boxes and crates that could contain any number of items. However, the building did not contain any more assailants.

Darlington ushered out the bobbies, who were busy securing the captured lascars in the back of the paddy wagon.

The Count examined several crates, all of which seemed to have writing stencilled in German. He recognised the words "MAUSER GEWEHR 98" on one longish wooden crate with rope carry handles.
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Having finished his circuit of the warehouse, Imran joined Darlington, carrying a prybar he had found.

"Shall we open it, sir?"

Cynthia focuses on the office and bedding area, checking through for important documents or artifacts, especially evidence to connect this back with Gavigan. She especially checks around desks for secret or locked compartments.

JM searches the office area as well.  At the news of the crates he looks them over.  "Rifles in there although why they need military arms is beyond me."

Leaving Darlington to open the crate, Singh goes to the office. He stands in the doorway, his eyes flicking across it as the others conduct their search.

Imran Singh rolled 58 for Spot Hidden 50.

In reply to Imran Singh (msg # 207):

It looked like someone was certainly getting ready to fight a war!

In the crates they found more war materials. There were crates of 7.92mm ammunition for the rifles. As well, there was a box marked Stielhandgranate. Opening it, they found 20 German stick grenades packed in straw, there was a second box of grenades.

What's in the office?

Give the number of arms in a box, can we estimate the number of boxes to figure out how many people they were preparing to arm?

In reply to Cynthia Jane Holloway (msg # 209):

GM Note: sorry should have been more specific about the office!

Weapons-wise, there were 20 Mauser and 20 Lee-Enfield rifles, all used, with a considerable quantity of ammunition for both (as well as bayonets). In addition there were 40 hand-grenades and 5 Luger pistols with 3 magazines each. There was also a pair of Stokes "trench" mortars of uncertain repair but no ammunition.

There was no papers of any significance in the office. No papers, documentation. Apparently, this was the kind of enterprise that one didn't generally keep records for.

However, there were two battered trunks containing personal effects and clothing (men's and women's, generally shabby or cheap and gaudy). This included outerwear like coats and wraps, shoes. They found another with personal jewellery (watches, chains, necklaces, many rings (from plain wedding bands to jewel-encrusted monstrosities). There was a percentage of costume jewellery but much was real. There were dozens of ladies' purses and men's wallets.

Inside the other crates were very interesting items. There were several barrels full of what Singh and JM knew was raw opium, several thousand ampoules of Morphine (war surplus), kilograms of Turkish hashish and cannabis and other unidentifiable powders. All these drugs were prohibited in the UK under the recent Dangerous Drugs act.

Throughout the warehouse was also wood crates cardboard and boxes of what looked to be larger stolen valuables like silver and gold settings, fine china, shaving kits and razorblades, cosmetics and compacts, many bottles of perfume, cologne and eau-de-toilette, humidors with cigars, boxes of tailored cigarettes, loose tobacco and packs of rolling paper, pipes and pipe tobacco. All showed a range of quality. The brands and makers seemed to be typical of the UK and a few from France.

There was a great deal of normal artwork, such as one might find hanging in a homes. A few even looked like they were valuable. None appeared to be from any master or well-known artist. In the corners lurked a number of sculptures, statues and busts, some marble and at least one was gold. Some looked old, some ancient, but these were the "normal" kind of artwork.

Finally, boxed and crated for shipping were a half-dozen hideous pieces of artwork like paintings and sculptures. No books, tomes or scrolls.
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"Arms and drug smuggling. The wallets and jewelry perhaps suggest petty theft? Perhaps also fraudulent goods? My my. How long will it take to get a proper inventory of all of this?"

She'll also pull Ms. Fuller, the Count, Mr. Falcon, and Mr. Singh aside separately and ask them, away from the bobbies, mentioning that, should any of this equipment look like it could be put to better use than sitting in an evidence cabinet, we may want to grab it now, and in fact, arming some of our new friends prior to the raid could be quite handy.

In reply to Cynthia Jane Holloway (msg # 211):

"Yes indeed it would seem Mr Gavigan and Mr Tewfik were planning some sort of armed insurrection."

He looked into each of the boxes lingering slightly longer over the box containing the stick grenades.

When he was called over by Miss Holloway, he listens before adding;

"The grenades are by far the most useful, followed by the mortars. The rifles and pistols could also be very useful as they are top quality and our armoury is piecemeal at best. As for the personal items I think they may be from the cults victims, but that is just a guess. There is so much of it I hope I am wrong."

"I hope Detective Darlington would be accommodating in our endeavours to be better armed for the raid on the estate. I believe they would only need one or two examples for a conviction, unlike the narcotics. We should ask him about the more hideous art as well."
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JM nods in response to Cynthia.  "It would be appropriate to turn these weapons on their owners when we raid the mansion.  Darlington, can we appropriate some of the arms to assist in the raid?"  At the sight of the miscellaneous dry goods, JM frowns.  "I fear that the personal goods may be of victims who were kidnapped for nefarious sacrifice."

At the Count's and Mr. Falcon's hypothesis, Cynthia's eyes go wide and she begins looking through the items with some degree of haste.

Any sign of Phil's ... chicken sack? Anything clearly from Phil?

In reply to Cynthia Jane Holloway (msg # 214):

After searching the clothing, Cynthia found a worn and frayed shirt she thought she recognised... Although there was no name tag there was a laundry mark from the hotel in New York City where they'd stayed.

Cynthia sets the shirt aside neatly atop the chest. She then etires quietly, observing, counting, but aloof.

The Count stood in silence when the shirt was found, while not conclusive proof of a murder he did not comment. Best to hope for a happy conclusion he thought to himself.

He then went to find the detective to ask about the weapons. He would call him over to the group for an answer.

JM watches Cynthia pull out a shirt and shook his head.  He understood what it meant but now was not the time for words.  He continued to watch their prisoners until such time as the police could take them away.

In reply to Cynthia Jane Holloway (msg # 216):

Darlington stepped back into the office. He put his revolver back into his pocket. Seeing the open trunk of clothing and Cynthia's close examination of a shirt, his expression grew more serious.

"Awright geeezzaa! "Does dis belong ter yaaahr friend? Shame, innit?"

"Anyone wan' ter talk ter da 'earfens we captured? Now's da time ter speak up.

"As well, let's get a move on. What are yew takin' an' what's gon'a be left behind? We can't delay if dis is gon'a be pawtrayed as a real arrest. Sorted mate."

"Ah well yes Detective, If we could take the stick grenades, say ten of the rifle and associated ammunition ? Would that be acceptable ?"

The Count looked at the Detective and then to the rest of the group hoping he had not over stepped his mark.

In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg # 220):

"Lor' luv a duck! Take it, it's all yaaahrs. Bobkes'll make i' in'er da police repawt I don't wan' ter be there. Know what I mean?"

Darlington lit a thin, evil-smelling cigar.

Having spent time in Jerusalem, JM realise that "bobkess" was a Cockney corruption of "bupkis", a Yiddish word.

JM Looked to the Count.  "That would be good, a couple of grenades for each and rifles to arm our militia."  He looked to the others; "Do we want to take any of the more unusual art, are there any records that would be of use?"

Looking over the rifles he nods.  "Let's wrap and then load them in the truck under canvas or a box if we can find one to suit here."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 222):

Darlington started loading the rifles and grenades himself into the Count's delivery van, assisted by Karlheinz. They weren't able to find a steamer trunk large enough so they just had to cover it was a canvas tarpaulin in case anyone looked inside.

JM lends a hand with the loading and concealment of the weapons.  "You've been invaluable Darlington, thank you for your assistance."

"Lor' luv a duck! My pleasure. Yew got da rifles, da grenades. Wan' da mortars? Any ov da disgustin' artwork? The stolen stuff an' da narcotics, those stay wiv me. Know what I mean?"

Resting after loading up the van, Darlington lit another cigar.
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The Count help with loading the crates into the small truck.

"Yes Detective if we could take the art work it would be much appreciated, research and all that."

He then helps to move the crates that contain the artworks.

JM shook his head. "No the weapons and the art that may aid our investigations is more then enough.  The drugs and stolen kit is of no interest to us Darlington, thank you."

Singh looks through some of the wallets and purses, seeking identification that might link them to any of the missing individuals.

In reply to Imran Singh (msg # 228):

There were many names, perhaps as many as sixty or more individuals. He recognised the names off a few papers and documents right off the bat: "Blanche Boisvert", "Gary Eccelson", "Mohommad al-Hekat". All confirmed victims of the Soho Slayer, part of the Egyptian Murders.
This message was last updated by the GM at 20:51, Tue 25 Sept 2012.

JM looked over at the sad list of names.  "There may be some grist for your stories Miss Fuller as well as the chance to close some of your casebooks Darlington."

"Are we done here? We should go. To avoid being seen. We can look through the artwork when we get to safety."

In reply to Cynthia Jane Holloway (msg # 231):

"Yes, Miss Holloway is correct it is time to leave. If someone would be so kind as to drive my delivery van to the new lodgings it would be most appreciated. Or we could store the items at my shop."

The Count raises the collar on his coat and lowers his hat to disguise himself as he enters the truck and for some time afterwards as they drive along.

JM nodded.  "Very well, let us leave.  Shall we rendezvous at my rented place?"

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 233):

"Is sounding like a good idea, ya? I will be driving." Karlheinz set the throttle, clutch and choke to start the flatbed.

As Model A's had no starter motor, he got out the lever, fit it into the slot at the front of the car and cranked the starter. The engine turned over, then caught.

In reply to Karlheinz Bergmann (msg # 234):

Sounds like a plan to me then.  Just need a ride and then we are on the way.  Quite an invigorating night tonight, wouldn't you say?"

Molly didn't address her question to anybody in particular.  Her eyes were still shiny from the excitement and she was still fairly bubbly over the events.

"Ok, I'll drive the truck back.  Miss Fuller, you can ride back with me if you'd like."  JM smiled at the pretty reporter.

As his companions returned  and got ready to depart, the older Professor appeared, having just ducked away for a moment from the vehicles to respond to the call of nature.  "Oh, good Lord!  Thank heavens I didn't linger a moment longer.  Ya'all could have left me in quite a predicament."

He turned to the young lady, "Miss Fuller, I must suggest that it might be better for a young lady as yourself to ride in the car.  I can ride with Falcon in the truck, if it would seem better for you?"

Although Ralph was a little aged and grey, even a little haggard from his galavanting as a young man, he certainly carried himself with quite a chivalric air.

Ms Holloway will of course ride in the car. She avoids examining any of the evidence on the ride over, and is ultimately rather despondent.

In reply to Prof. Ralph T. Fulty (msg # 237):

Molly grinned at the professor.  "Thank you professor.  It would be indeed a shame if we had left you.  A ride in the car would be appreciated."

Molly nodded her curly head at the professor in thanks and waited for everybody else to determine where they were going to ride.

Ralph tipped his hat a little and aided the women's entry into the car, before heading towards the truck where Falcon was waiting to depart.  He could only imagine that Imran would want to accompany Cynthia in the Ford.

In reply to Prof. Ralph T. Fulty (msg # 240):

Molly smiled sweetly at Professor Fulty.  She loved her independence but she also certainly loved to be treated as a lady.  She could only imagine what it would be like for women in the future and was proud to be part of the pioneering army for such times to come.

She also wasn't ignorant of the fact that she could make more progress towards any of her causes if she still let the men treat her as they thought she wasn't one of the women's movement.  Perhaps that was, after all, the real power women had...the power to influence men's decision on how they saw them.

With that happy thought, not to mention a few plans of her own, Molly settled into the vehicle with a sweet serene smile on her face.  Only those who really new her might cringe at that smile.  It usually meant trouble would soon be brewing and Mungo would be in the thick of it.

Once the loading was done, the investigators set off for the alternative location. Aside from the Count's town house, this was a large country house rented by JM out in Barking, some miles out of the city.

Barking was a quiet town east of London (just shy of 9 miles from Charing Cross) and on the north bank of the Thames. It was once primarily a fishing community (not of the Thames but on the North Sea) but now it was wholly agricultural and suburban in nature. Aside from a rail line (steam and electric trains) and the A13/Alfred's Way, there was a tube line and Underground link to London, not to mention regular bus services.

The Barking house was a smallish run down 2-story country house, formerly owned by a shipowner since fallen on hard times. Once it had been set back in the midst of lush gardens and landscaping, now most of the surrounding estate had been sold off and developed, sold to Londoners looking to settle outside the city but still relatively close.

All that remained of the property was the main house and a 1-story carriage house and greenhouse out back surrounded by a crumbling brick wall topped with wrought iron. The buildings were in considerable disrepair, the surrounding garden overgrown, greenhouse windows all smashed. There was running water, electricity and telephone, arranged courtesy of the land agent. He also had some repairmen sent around the last week to fix the worst of the roof leakage and fix broken windows.

JM is available to hand out the ladies as they arrive at the country house.  "Welcome all, it's not much, a bit overgrown and shabby but it was the best available with some privacy on short notice.  I've had the worst of the leaks fixed and it's got electricity, gas and water.  Karlheinz and I have furnished the beds and such so there is space for everyone and privacy for the ladies."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 243):

"Thank you sir." Molly bubbled as she let John-Marc help her out.  She did a little hop of excitement as she got out of the vehicle and looked around.

The Count spoke as he exited the truck;

"It is more then adequate Mr Falcon. Once we have unloaded should be take a quick walk in the grounds, just to see if we are secure ?"

Cynthia will escort herself to the house (or perhaps under the solemn eyes of Mr. Singh, if he is not otherwise engaged), locate a suitable chair for curling up in, and quietly return to her reading, now and again resting her eyes. She intends to keep her mind busy tonight, and will not go to bed.

Singh indeed follows Miss Holloway into the house. He finds the kitchen and sees to getting a pot of tea brewing. When it has steeped, he takes a mug to his employer. Then he sets about inspecting the accomodations.

And Mr. Singh is rewarded with Cynthia's first smile of the evening :)

In reply to Cynthia Jane Holloway (msg # 248):

Molly watched Cynthia and Singh go into the house and smiled.  She would get there but for now there was stuff to explore.  She grinned at the men and nonchalantly moved off to one side and then started to explore the premises on her own.  She wasn't sure if one of the guys would follow her or not - men did that on a regular basis - but she wasn't going to wait.

JM nodded to the Count.  "Yes indeed, let's get this lot under cover in the house.  There a disused ball room we can stow it all in."

Seeing the women head off, JM called out to Molly.  "Be careful in the gardens, things are quite overgrown and fallen down.  If you don't mind waiting I can show you about Miss Fuller."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 250):

Molly stopped in mid stride and turned around to look at John-Marc.  She took off her hat and held it delicately in her hands while she shifted from one foot to another.  It was a picture of her being coy (which she was surprisingly good at) and she just smiled and nodded to him.  "Why certainly Mr. Falcon.  I would be honored to be escorted by you.  You know how clumsy I can be."

Molly then chuckled and put her hat back on and was back to her normal self.  "I just won't guarantee how long I can contain my curiosity."

The tour of the grounds encompassed by the crumbling brick wall by JM, the Count and Molly was accomplished in short order. A little light was provided by the streetlamps and the house lights.

Outside the front doorsteps was a short path to the front gate on the street. Built before the advent of the motor car, there was no front drive. To the left of the path (looking out) was an overgrown decorative pool of some kind with a moss-covered statue, to the right a small long-dry fountain and marble benches. All around these areas and the grounds itself was overgrown by bushes, hedges and trees gone wild. A path down the right-hand wall led around to the back. A larger gate in the rear admitted motor vehicle traffic, with the carriage house converted into a garage and shed.

The house was 2-stories with cellar towards the rear, there was a small 3rd story turreted garret turned into a study. There was a front door, rear door, kitchen door (also in the rear) and cellar door inside by the kitchen and outside on the side path.


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Major Storm saw to the storing of surplus war materiel in the shed that took up half of the carriage house.

"Somewhat safer there, I'll bet!

Once finished, Storm brewed a pot of coffee using the supplies that JM and Karlheinz had laid in. He noted the lack of alcohol.

"Damn it all, no brandy? I can remedy that." He poured a dollop into his cup from his flash, offered it around.

"As for our plans, in my opinion we won't get the full benefit of the old switcheroo we just pulled earlier today unless we lie low for a spell. It'll take a couple days for Gavigan and the Brotherhood to determine we're gone. Lulled, as it were. Maybe the raid at the warehouse will put them on guard, but it was a police raid as far as any witnesses saw. The other consideration is we saw Tewfik's truck outside al Misr House so we know he's there. What about Gavigan? What about the rest of the Black Brotherhood? Maybe they're there now, maybe not. The only time we can be sure to get them all together is in a week, for the ceremony.

"The downside of waiting is we need to be careful in the mean time of being discovered. And if they've kidnapped Howard, as well as Ai'yesha and her cousin Rashid, well, the wait could be pretty tough on them. I won't lie."

"Either way someone mentioned a water approach, and I gotta say I like that a whole heck of a lot. It's quiet and avoids their main lines of defence and the bridge."
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Mark offered his arm to Molly as a gallant gesture.  He appreciated her beauty and intelligence which was a rare combination in man or woman.  After the tour of the grounds he led them back into the house just in time for a spot of hot coffee and tea.

"My apologies for a lack of spirits Major.  We've hardly been here except to snatch a bit of sleep and the arrangements are still a bit sparse."  He took the flask and applied some of the contents to his coffee.  Passing along the flask he sipped the coffee and sighed.  "That is a capital brandy sir, thank you."

"Now, we do want to catch all of the villains at once if we can.  It does mean waiting incognito for week until the new moon but I agree we should wait."  He considers the aerial view of the place. "We could get a couple of boats with muffled oars and motors.  The oars for the approach and the motors for a get away if needed."

In reply to Major Charles Storm (msg # 253):

With an intense look he modified with a smile, Karlheinz waved off the brandy.

"It vas mine choice about zee lack of alcohol in zis place. Haff being trying to keep, how you say, dry? Dry out?"

As they toured the ground the Count asked if he could take further advantage of Mr Falcons hospitality and say the night. It was late and he did not fancy the drive back to the shop.

Once they where back inside the Count made use of the telephone to make two calls one to Mr Perkins explaining that he would be saying the night and also to Sarah Evans. He is vague as to where he is, but in the circumstances that is probably expected.

"Should we look at the weapons and astatine exactly what the good Detective has given us ? I agree that waiting in-till the full moon would seem the most prudent move. Also we may want to have a second party to cut off any escape route off the island such as the bridge to the front of the estate."

In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg # 256):

The Count made his calls. His friends understood and accepted his absence, Perkins perhaps more deeply understanding the situation, Miss Evans with perhaps a touch of wistful regret she wouldn't be sharing his company.

They had the two cases, containing 40 stick grenades. One crate of 20 Mauser rifles, another with 20 Lee-Enfield rifles. Several thousands of rounds of .303 and 7.92x57mm ammunition. There were 5 Luger pistols and 15 magazines, but no 9mmm ammunition.

In addition, there were 2 well-worn Stokes trench mortars but no ammunition. Further, in another crate there was a Lewis gun with 4 magazines in canvas pouches.

Singh spends a few contented hours field stripping and cleaning all the weapons, comforted by familiar activity and the scent of gun oil and metal.

"I regret that I have no training with machine-guns or mortars. Major Storm, Karlheinz, have either of you any competence in those areas?

"Perhaps one of the London residents should go to an Army-Navy store and purchase some innocuous material, specifically some musette bags to carry grenades. Those I am familiar with and may be quite handy."

In reply to Imran Singh (msg # 258):

Sipping his mug of tea, Karlheinz nodded.

"Ya, I am familiar mit der machine guns. Vee had zee Maxims on zee Zeppelins!"

In reply to Imran Singh (msg # 258):

"Yeah, ah reckon I got a little know-how when it comes to mortars. These look pretty beat-to-hell, sure enough."

Storm looked a little dubiously at the Stokes mortars.

JM nods; "As well, I've a good deal of experience with machine guns on the aircraft.  I dare say that between Karlheinz and I we can lay down a pretty powerful carpet of fire."

He nods to Singh; "We'll want to get bags for sure for the grenades, ammo and other gear we'll need.  The guns will need to be wrapped and concealed while we move to our target as well as a small satchel or pack for each of us to carry ammunition and grenades.  Then there are a few boats to procure."

"I saw we put one group outside the landward entrance to the island to bottle up the enemy.  They can also make a secondary assault to divert attention.  Then we go across in the boats with a few stout fellows to help us."  He looked to Major Storm; "I'm not sure where to set up the machine gun for the best firing?  It seems like it might best be used to fire at the gate area as part of a diversionary rush across the bridge.  I'm not sure if it will be of much use in close hand work clearing rooms of cultists."

"The mortar would be nice but where do we get ammunition for it?"

"I have my own pistol but we should also try to acquire 9mm ammo for the pistols so we can distribute them to all without a secondary weapon.  Darlington will be key in helping gather those eager fellows he spoke of to be part of our little army."

[How ungainly is the Lewis gun?  Can we bring it along with us easily or is it more a set up and shoot kind of thing?]

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 261):

Molly listened to the plans and then spoke up.  "Sooo, while you guys are doing that, what do you plan for us little ol women to be doing?  I'm sure you can think of something that we can be useful at."

Molly thought she already knew what the Major would say and perhaps it wasn't fair that she would goad him into saying it...but it really was fun to do.

"Some training may not be a silly thing given the numbers of people who will be running around. I could procure some time on a range for those who are interested. For a small donation to the club we could get it to ourselves."

In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg # 263):

Molly perked up.  "Would this be one of those men only clubs or would I be able to go in to learn how to shoot?"  Molly didn't want to admit that she could handle a gun so so and was better with a rifle or shotgun, but the chance to get inside a "club" to get target practice would be too good of an opportunity to pass up.  Sooooo, Molly tried to curtail her enthusiasm and merely inquire as to the possibility of such a thing.

"That is an excellent idea Count.  I think we should take the range to ourselves to avoid questions and allow the ladies to shoot as well.  Things will get tight in the mansion I am sure before it is all over and knowing how to use a pistol may mean the difference between life and death for us all. As well, if we leave the machine gun to cover the main gate it would be best to be sure that those using it are at least minimally trained."

JM smiled at Molly.  "Miss Fuller, I would expect the ladies to come along if they so desire."

In reply to Molly 'Mungo' Fuller (msg # 264):

"Yes Miss Fuller the club I am thinking of is open to women, in fact a good friend of mine who has only recently taken up the sport has become quite the shot. Not that it makes the slightest difference, but she is also a woman."

"We have two options for ease of access, The Kensington Gun Club on Cromwell Road and the ranges at Bisley near Woking. It is somewhat of a trek but well worth it."
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Singh joins into the informal 'council of war.'

"It sounds that Major Storm would be our best choice for commanding the gate detail and manning the Lewis gun. He should be able to bottle the place up with just a loader and a two or three riflemen, perhaps a few of the grenades.

"I would suggest two boats, each large enough to carry the entire raiding party. Two will be easier to coordinate in the dark and provide a spare in case one is damaged. If possible, we should purchase them new to hamper identification. Outboard motors can be attached to relatively small craft, adding little weight. Is anyone proficient with handling boats?

"Also, did anyone other than myself participate in trench raids during the war, or other small party assaults? My experience is that grenades, pistols, and melee arms are best for such business. and the grenades, of course; I can give instruction in their use."
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In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg # 266):

Molly smiled.  "How wonderfully progressive of those clubs.  I shall be honored to go there and have all you gentlemen teach me how to shoot.  I know you'll be most instructive."

While her words might be construed as flippant by some, Molly actually was looking forward to this and really did think she would benefit by it.  Of course if the gentlemen knew she wanted to learn how to shoot better for protection when she snuck off and did her own investigation...they might not have readily agreed.

"The offer to shoot at either of the clubs is most generous Count.  I leave the choice to your excellent consideration."

JM considers Singh's comments.  "I think you have it spot on with the boats and covering the gate.  The only detail I could add might be making allowance for a few extra troopers at the gate detail to mount an assault or at least to fake one. The ideas on the boats are perfect."  He shook his head at the mention of boating skill.  "I have some little familiarity but only the bit one might learn as a youth boating in the lakes and rivers in Canada."  [Boating 6%]

In reply to Imran Singh (msg # 267):

Storm examined the grenades. He pointed to the legend painted on the round explosive charge. "VOR GEBRAUCH SPRENGKAPSEL EINSETZEN". Storm translated: "Before throwing insert detonator". Stored without the fuse, makes sense. If we're practicing with these they will be safe enough long as they ain't been armed."

"Sorry to say, or I guess glad to say, no trench warfare for this old horse soldier.

"I'm happy to be with the machine gun detail. If those two Egyptian army boys come through, the ones the Imam told us would volunteer to fight the infidels, ah'd shore love to have 'em."

"I shall make arrangements for the range time once I return to London. It would seem advisable to make it over a couple of days so everyone can brush up. We may also be able to gain access to a military range which would give us some time on our more exotic systems. I will ask my colleague Mr Perkins who still has a very strong connection to his regiment. They are somewhat closer to London as well."

"I do believe a fake advance towards the mansion and a hold from the bridge will do well to draw the cult away from the landings and enable us to gain a footing from which we can assault from."

"Mr Singh I have far to much experience in the vagaries of close warfare so we should be able to drill some basic skills before the assault."

"An important question, too, is our objective. My friends, what is it we seek to accomplish with this attack?"

JM listens to the discussions.  "Well then Major, I'd say we give you the Lewis, the pair of Egyptian soldiers and four or five other fellows to form a blocking and diversionary force." He considers the Count's comments; "A military range would lead to fewer questions as to why we are practicing with military weapons.  We can practice with the grenades there as well.  Do you think your friend can get us a few mortar bombs Count?"

"Another thought came to mind.  We should bring along Very guns for firing flares.  We can signal between the two teams for things like starting or stopping an assault or an order to advance or retreat.  As well, I think a flare to light up the compound for the machine gunners would be well advised.  Since the gunfire will attract attention anyway, a bit of flare firing can't make it any worse."

"Good question Mr. Singh, we do need to have an objective.  Our plan would be to rescue whatever hostages are about and put an end to the cult.  I don't think we should focus at all on taking prisoners as the fewer of these bastards left alive the better.  We'll want to move quietly as possible to the likely location of the actual ceremony before opening fire."

"Ahhh... do you think we might find plans of the mansion in the parish records?"

The Count stood for a minute with his hand on his chin before replying:

"I would think the parish records office may have a copy of the plans but it would be a slim chance. I will procure a map from the ordnance survey office of the island and surrounding area when I return to London."

He produced a notebook from his coat pocket and continued;

"As for the military range I am sure if we can get access we could use the machine gun, but not the grenades that would cause to many questions. Besides I actually think they are only small arms ranges. The one at Royal Arsenal, Woolwich is indoors, well underground."

"I shall make a list of the items we need to procure, the 9mm ammunition is easy enough. The mortar shells are not. I don't believe this will be something Mr Perkins could influence, I will ask and see."

He stopped and tapped the pencil he was holding on his chin.

In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg # 274):

"Quite right, I don't think these sidewinders will get a fair trial. Too many friends in high places.

"So who we got comin'? The two Egyptians, a few of Darlington's friends. Anyone else?"

In reply to Major Charles Storm (msg # 275):

"Ah.. I have Mr Perkins, his brother and their old regimental Colour Sergeant. Fine veterans to a man, they where the gentlemen you met at my shop."

"I think in all honestly, my bones are a little weary.  I think my better contribution to this whole operation would be to just stay back and continue my perusal of the various parchments to see if they hold any further clues to what we're up against."

"I would recommend against trying to use the mortars. Training is necessary to even set up the weapon and even trained crews require ranging shots with a forward observer.

"Besides, without knowing where the hostages are held, using a mortar would put them in considerable danger."

In reply to Imran Singh (msg # 278):

"Quite right, don't think we're gonna be able to pull off no rolling barrage! But one thing mortars were good at is laying down a smoke screen. That could be pretty helpful, and while you can fire 'em from defilade (indirectly) you can always fire them directly, self-spot.

"Big problem with that, I don't know much about mortars, enough to be good in combat. I could fire one, probably correct my shots, eventually. We'd have to bring someone else in on this, an artillaryman, and this party's big enough as it is."

"Let's see what we can get with maps and house plans without tipping them off."  He considers their firepower. "The mortar is probably too much trouble although fire bombs as we withdraw would finish the place off nicely.  I do want flare guns to light things up for the machine gun as well as signal."

"We should have a good lot plus what Darlington said he could arrange.  We might have twenty all told counting our lot here.  But we have lots to do; boats, training on the range, ammunition, maps and floor plans."

Singh puts his hand on Falcon's shoulder, "My friend, trust an old infantryman, when you are raiding a fixed position with a small party, it is darkness that is your friend and light that is your enemy.

"Flares for the front gate where they will reveal the enemy while blinding them to our positions, yes. But where we are coming ashore and approaching their buildings, we must move like Shere, the tiger. Slowly, quietly until the moment comes to strike swiftly."
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JM nods; "You are right Imran, we'll not want to use any flares until our own cover is blown and even then sparingly.  I'd think the only use would be as you say to reveal the foe in the machine gun's killing field."

"Very pistols, flares...."

The Count mumbled to himself as he wrote in his small flip notepad.

"I should be able to procure the needed items over the next couple of days. Most of the shops that stock such items I have accounts with, so I will do it all by telephone.

JM thought for a moment.  "I can also get some of that equipment in shops that cater to the aviator if needed Count."

Dr. Weston harrumphed as he lit his cigar.

"Nonsense, Professor! I'm going along as well, you know. Someone should provide medical aid. If there are injuries they should be treated as soon as possible. You could find some way help, if nothing else use a Very pistol for signalling or carry ammunition, pilot a boat."

"My friend Darragh (whom we've met) works on the docks. I daresay he knows how to get ahold of small watercraft where no questions are asked, even hire an a crew experienced in navigating shallow waterways like the Naze. Perhaps even familiar with the Naze itself. So I will provide the water transportation out of my own funds."


Keeper's Note: Darragh O'Shaughnessey is a "friend" of the good doctor's who may be unfamiliar to the new players. Darragh is a short, dark man who speaks with an impenetrable Irish accent and smells like fish. He's a Pikey (Irish Traveller) and seemingly habitual criminal who Dr. Weston saved from a life of incarceration. He's got a family now and hews to a reasonably straight path. In return, he's up for more, er, unsavoury tasks like breaking and entering, plus he's good in a fight (although he doesn't look like Brad Pitt). Darlington hates him, of course (Pikey and criminal, doesn't get any better!).

In reply to Doctor Phillip Weston (msg # 285):

Storm thought for a moment, smoking his own cigar.

"Let's see. The, ah, target, is over an hour's drive from London. We have a river group and land group. We are hopefully going to rescue hostages who may be injured, others might be injured as well. I don't suggest such a long drive here and there, especially if police somehow become involved outside of Detective Sergeant Darlington.

"I suggest we see if there's a house or farm for rent, relatively nearby. Preferably on the water, but with road access. We will meet and "stage" our assault from there, and return ("rendez-vous") there as well. Close enough that any wounded can be taken there, so we can establish an aid station of sorts.

"Even possibly land an aircraft there, in case rapid egress is needed, as in, from England entirely. One way or another, I believe our investigations here in Jolly Old England will be concluded and we shouldn't make the slightest delay in taking off for Egypt."

In reply to Major Charles Storm (msg # 286):

"Gawdon Bennet! Aye, Walton on Naze is up near Colchester. A little aaaht ov da balliwick ov a poor London Met detective! I can see if perhaps Detective Inspector Barrington can arrange da local Bobbies not ter in'ervene as quickly as they might but anythin' mawer would be dangerous. OK?"

Darlington was smoking his accustomed cheroot, a thin black evil-smelling cigar that Imran was well-accustomed to.

"Our safe house should be up stream of the mansion so we can drift down silently on it.  We should all wear white scarves on our arms to distinguish friend from foe in the dark.  All should have torches as well as a distribution of dark lanterns."

He nods as the others pitch in ideas.  "We can stage the aircraft at our safe house for a quicker exit from the area.  I like that idea."

"Perhaps Major Storm, the Egyptians, Perkins and his two friends set up outside the bridge to cover the escape route as well as launch a diversionary attack if needed.  We should arrange a series of signals for the Very flares. The rest of us can head across in the boats.  If Darlington can delay the local police that would be excellent as well."

"We have the aerial photos of the mansion that we can use to help plan our assault."
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In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 288):

"Mr Perkins is a top notch shot and somewhat of a battlefield marksman, he maybe better use to us kept close. Both of his associates are veterans so if we need more combat muscle in our group they may be the way to go."

On the mention of Egypt the Count paused for a minute.

"I would be grateful if I could accompany you to Egypt, while no longer a personal vendetta against Gavigan I would like to see this to the end. If that is acceptable ?"

JM considers the Count's suggestion. "Yes, good point Count Bathony.  Certainly we are more likely to get stuck into a fight and Perkins and his fellows would be most handy.  It cuts our ability to launch a diversionary attack from the gate but that is probably not critical.  With the machine gun the Major should be able to cut off any escape across the bridge.

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 290):

"Them two Egyptian fellers with me on the Lewis Gun should be enough to keep 'em occupied. I say go with the Count's idea, in military thinking you want to keep your main force concentrated and best to have a couple professional riflemen with your group.

"Sure, let's get some signals set up."


Keeper's Note: I'm willing to be flexible regarding signals. Several of you are veterans and are experienced in signals, no need to define everything ahead of time as long as you keep the communications simple. Some prearranged signals would be nice. I don't think anyone would be knowledgeable in Morse code.

As well, only Americans would call their portable lights "flashlights", everyone else would call them "torches" (as would Canadians of the day, and although we call them flashlights now they're still called torches almost everywhere other than North America.)

JM nods.  "Concentration of force is perfectly fine with me then Major, Count." He bows slightly to each man.  "We have blue, green, red and yellow flares.  Blue is we are attacking, green is we are withdrawing back to the boats, red is the enemy are headed your way and yellow is we have departed the island.  What do you think of that Major?  We'd need an equal set of signals for you."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 292):

Molly nodded to everybody as they spoke about the plans.  This was interesting to her since she never had been on the inside of planning something like this.  Finally, just for want of having something to say, she spoke up.  "I must admit that it is a learning experience to listen to all you knowledgeable people.  Just put me anywhere you think I might be of some use."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 292):

The Count was impressed, he had been struggling to think of a form of communication they could use. The idea of using flags as he had done during the war was not practical, thinking on it flags where never practical.

"We have no real idea on numbers of the enemy that may be present. Is that correct ?"

In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg # 294):

Darlington pulled out his trusty notebook, where he habitually kept notes on ongoing investigations.

"Lawd above! Correct, we estimate da Black Bruvver'ood 'as abaaaht twen'y plus members, an' Tewfik's personal mates number six ter eight, based on da acaaants ov witnesses. But fer uvver cultists, could be dozens fer all we know. Plus Garvigan, ov caaahrse. Not too specific, innit?"

"We will have to rely on speed, surprise and violence to overcome superior numbers.  We might want to bring part of the boat crews with us as well."  He smiled at Molly; "We'll keep you close and rely on your sharp eyes Miss Fuller to spot things we may miss in the heat of battle."

The Count studied the photographs of the estate.

"It would seem the obelisk will be the focus of any activities, an educated guess of course. It should be the primary point for us to rally to after the element of surprise is lost. In that regard a long range volley on the principles of this cult namely Gavigan and Teweik would be a good reason to give up our advantage of stealth."

"Then to secure the mansion where I would suspect the captives are being held if they are not already present at the ceremony.".
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"I wonder if we might be wise to strike the night before the new moon, for our handful of guns, even with the grenades and the element of surprise, will not be enough to overcome dozens, should they offer any resistance. Facing those numbers, I suggest rapid fire will prove more important than long-range accuracy; pistols and shotguns will deliver the most devastating fusillade.

"On the night before, Gavigan and Tewfik will probably be in the mansion, a daunting objective by itself. We may substitute stealth for an open assault then to locate and secure their victims and then hunt down the heads of the cult.

In any case, I recommend against making the boat crews a part of our assault force. If we need to make a hasty retreat, having the crew dead or missing would be a great tragedy, I think."

He turns to Cynthia, "It occurs, Miss Holloway, that Major Storm might be in need of and aide-de-camp to manage the signals and such."

"I know, Mr. Singh, that you are doing your best to keep me out of harm's way. But in this case, it isn't just me who is at risk; it's our own friends, and another woman just as in need of protection as myself.

The odds are not in our favor. For the sake of those innocents, I don't know that we have the luxury of keeping any person capable with a firearm in the back. Unless the good major requires a second set of hands, I'd rather be somewhere where I can perhaps protect any more of my friends from falling."

Singh smiles somewhat regretfully at his young charge, his hand gripping the hilt of the blade thrust through his sash: "Shabash, mesahib," he murmurs, "Brave words from a noble heart. My arm and my kirpan are ever at your service."

And Cynthia can't help but smile in return. "Always my hero, Mr. Singh."

JM considers the suggestions.  "We can only rely on getting Gavigan and Tewfik on the night of the ceremony.  We will be outnumbered but we should have a significant advantage in firepower and surprise."

"I have to agree with Mr Falcon, the leaders of this cult should be one of our primary objectives. I would guarantee that Gavigan will have another cache of equipment and funds and could escape to start this whole process again."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 302):

Storm poured some coffee. Thick, black, no sugar. Army coffee!

He looked at the map.

"So we have something of a plan. What do we need to do now while we wait?

"The Doctor contacts his friend Darragh. Arranges for the boats and the crew.

"JM, you contact your agent to look for a place to rent up in Harwich? On the sea, preferably by the beach.

"The Count arranges for some kind of practice range, possibly just farmland. We'll also need some kind of ground transportation. Car or truck."

"I will work out the place in Harwich.  As well we can use my truck for transport."

In reply to Major Charles Storm (msg # 304):

"My delivery truck is at your disposal, it is somewhat small for moving large number of people. Also I shall do the supply shopping, I have made a list. Ah... bayonets."

He writes this down on his list.

In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg # 306):

"And horses! Don't forget them. Or, maybe not? I guess someday we won't fight wars with bayonets or horses. I'm going to miss them.

"I still think a motor vehicle that can't be traced to you or anyone else would be safer."

"Perhaps we rent a lorry for the purposes of the assault?"

"Gawdon Bennet! I fink I can get a line on da rental ov a couple trucks fer transpawtashun. No quesshuns asked.

"Good, sounds like we're done fer tonight. Bird Lime fer bed! OK?"


Darlington stubbed out his cheroot cigar.

JM hoisted a glass of the fine sherry that he'd packed aside.  "Yes indeed gentlemen and ladies, to a good night and well done."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 310):

Molly grinned and raised her glass to the group as a whole.  "That's something I can drink too.  To our success and a diminishing of our foes."

She then finished her drink.  "I think I'll just take a short nap before the shenanigans start.  Now make sure you get me up for it or I will be most peeved.  You wouldn't want to want I'm sure."

Molly chuckled and closed her eyes.  She had gotten used to sleeping wherever she was so it didn't bother her to go up to a room to sleep.  This way, if she woke up and they didn't notice, she could see if they would say something that she shouldn't hear.  A handy habit to form for a reporter.