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.
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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.