The count rose at his usual time of 6:30am. He was finished with his personnel grooming by 7:15 and dressed for the day. He chose a three piece black pinstripe suit, this particular suit has a red pinstripe and the visual effect was quite stunning.
He accessorised with his standard silver pocket watch, black tie and jewel and top hat and gloves. Once satisfied with the look in his full length mirror he moved to retrieve his underarm holster and automatic pistol from the bed post and then he donned his jacket.
From his dresser he opened a small wooden box and retrieved his Colt New Service revolver and suede pocket holster putting it in his right trouser pocket. He declined talking it twin and closed the lid after putting two prideaux speed loaders in his coat pocket. As he went downstairs he pick up his Jade walking stick from the polished artillery shell hall stand. He quickly wrote a note that Perkin's could leave a message for him at his club and left it on the downstairs hall table.
The revolver felt heavy in his pocket and it gave a sense of security, he had seen the effects of the .455 Mk.III “Manstopper” rounds it was loaded with first hand. The custom alterations he had ordered from Colt through their London agency had created a potential small package. The “Fitz” cut was quite the rage at the Kensington Rifle and Pistol Club and he was one of the first to order a matched pair. Given the warning the inspector had given he did not feel under gunned.
As he locked the side door on the shop he gave a quick scan of the road before walking up the street and hailing a cab back to his club.
Again signing in and handing over his hat and gloves he checked his pigeon hole for any messages, he knew the Librarian would not have left anything but there were others who may of. He had been working on a new contact for the last two months, a curator at the Royal Collection who was also a member. They had met informally at events within the club and had been formally introduced at a lecture the Count had delivered, spending the rest of the evening smoking on the terrace. Alas his pigeon hole was clear, never mind, there were other ways to curry favour or a friendship.
He made his way to the dining room and after scanning the seating area for familiar faces he took a seat by one of the windows overlooking St James Park. He collected a selection of sausages, eggs and bacon before sitting down and reading a copy of the Times.
Once satisfied and having congratulated the attendant on the excellent coffee he made his way to the entrance. Stopping again at the pigeon holes he extracted a fine leather Alfred Dunhill two cigar case and placed it in the curator’s message hole. On the back of his card he wrote a quick note and placed it with the case. The two Cuban cigars in the case had come from a special order he had placed at Dunhill’s of Mayfair, they were uncommon in London so he hoped the gesture would be appreciated.
And with that he was out the door and into the cab the doorman has called for him.
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