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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6240 on: August 31, 2019, 11:34:42 AM »
“But, first,” interrupted Eli, we need to tell you not only about Catala and Christian who, incidentally, are also some of the very fortunate few who have been invited to visit the beautiful island of Sonmel after we all did, but also, a good  friend of yours, Sofi, Fermin and his very nice Canadian friend, Rae Anne, are also in London all July and both couples are still happily together …”

“So”, interrupted Sylvia, “we have also invited them, this evening, to the ‘Cafe Daquise’, it is a famous Polish Restaurant, near South Kensington Tube; and to next Friday’s event organised by Angela. Colonel Lethbridge-Stewart will also definitely be attending, next Friday. So, it’s a sort of reunion for many of the people who supported us, last autumn.”

“Indeed,” smiles Susan. “However, my grandfather is still in Rockall and much as he likes Colonel Lethbridge-Stewart, which is pretty unusual for him”, she smiled, “he does not like social events, so won’t be attending.”

“But, Susan, you had more to tell us,” reminded Sofi.

“Yes, I do. I’m really sorry to have to mention it, but it concerns orichalcum.”

Her three friends groaned.

“Oh, just when we were enjoying ourselves!” exclaimed Sofi.

“Yes, I never want to see or hear of it, again,” exclaimed Eli.

“I’m truly sorry, girls, I’m afraid that is simply not possible, as the good people of Sonmel know only too well!”
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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6241 on: August 31, 2019, 12:17:19 PM »
“Well, Snapper. Please, begin,” Chief Superintendent Charles Leeworthy gave a thin smile. “Every detail, please.”

“Yes, sir. Mr. and Mrs. Mee were very helpful, as you know but the operational details were mainly organised by ourselves and our comrades. We were up against a very tight time schedule as the Sonmel authorities, quite understandably, wanted all of us and all our equipment on the weekly ferry to West Porthsea Quay so they could get us all off of the island. They were adamant that they did not want any of us or our stuff there for another week.”

“Understood. The Admiral has told me what they’re like.”

“Yes, sir, fiercely independent and, quite understandably wanting just to be left well alone.”

“As if that were possible with those deposits of orichalcum!”

“Alas not, sir. Well, when the military band arrived at the harbour edge, the officer in charge, who I believe is also well known to you, via the Admiral …”

“Ah, yes, Colonel Lethbridge-Stewart, an admirable chap, by all accounts but hardly known for his skills as a bandmaster!”

“Indeed, not, but the military band was well-rehearsed, sir. So, the Colonel gave the order for the stretcher party  to halt and then a man dressed as a bishop came forward and pronounced a ritual cursing ending with Matthew 25:41: ‘Harry Bell, Depart from Us, You who are Cursed, into the Eternal Fire prepared for the Devil and his Angels’!”

“A bid melodramatic, Snapper.”

“It was all part of the procedure agreed with the Ministry’s Psychological Operations, PSYOPs expert to influence Elworthy’s emotions and objective reasoning as quickly and effectively as possible, sir.”

“Indeed. Trust the Admiral to have such … err, assets available. But continue, Snapper.”

“Elworthy was already acting quite disturbed, as we had planned. The Colonel then gave the order for the 'body' to be tipped into the harbour, ‘To the vasty deep we consign your wretched body, Harry Bell’. As the tarpaulin hit the water, it split, momentarily revealing a bloody mass of … flesh and bone which was immediately encircled by a pack of sharks in a feeding frenzy!”

“My goodness, Snapper, it chills me just to imagine the sight.”

“It certainly chilled Elworthy, sir, as predicted. Elworthy was then hooded; then, led by the Colonel and the band, still playing mournful music, he was frogmarched to the cellar we had fitted out as a dungeon where Rule and the Mees were waiting. Accompanied by Mr. Mee, once again dressed as the island’s Executioner – a position which, of course, does not exist, but Bell and Elworthy did not know that – and two of the Colonel’s soldiers dressed in the mythical dull black and grey uniform of the Sonmel Guard, as devised by our PSYOPs expert, Elworthy was led down the cellar steps, then his hood was suddenly removed to confront the awful sight that stood in front of him,” Snapper gave an involuntary shudder at the gruesome memory.
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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6242 on: August 31, 2019, 12:42:06 PM »
Morning Chris,

Hope you had a nice curry. Curry washed down with Czech beer, yum, gives me an idea for a great night in tonight.

Regarding Catala (no i) and Christian, Fermin and Rae Anne, they are all in London in July and still happily together with each other so they can just meet up with the others.

The four of them will briefly be seen by Inigo (not to meet  :no:, he avoids them, all will become clear) in London in August as part of my Principat d'Izaro story but apart from that you can do what you will with them until September but keep their relationships together please (although there might be trouble ahead  ;)).

Cheers Chris (weave)  :beers:

Thanks, Chris. Not the best curry house in Prague and the beer was poor but we had excellent beer in a nearby mini-brewery afterwards. I had to limited myself though because, today, is the annual end-of-summer international festival of music, dance, food and drink in the nearby park.

I've tried to keep the descriptions in the latest episodes 'family-friendly' and as concise as possible. Soon we will move on to the climatic Friday evening which should tie up almost everything nicely. Martin, as usual, has done an excellent job. If you want to describe what your 4 characters get up to in the week before the Friday, on your posts, please, do.

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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6243 on: August 31, 2019, 06:54:21 PM »
Beer and curry and beer - an excellent combinatiin  :beers:
Enjoy your festival today, Autumn is on the way I’m afraid.
I shall try to wrap up the story in Cornwall plus the horse race and the cocktail story in the next couple of days.
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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6244 on: August 31, 2019, 07:59:25 PM »
“You’re sure you want the full details, sir?”

“Well, perhaps not, ALL the details. Use your discretion, Snapper.”

“Yes, sir. All the way back from the harbour, no distance at all in reality but his escorts kept twisting turning him, Elworthy was bleating about how he’d taken Bell in, treated him like a son, and we had no right to end his life like that, that they were British citizens with rights and, as British policemen we should be protecting them! I kept reminding him that were on Sonmel and not in the UK and it was Sonmel’s laws that they had broken and they had to face the most severe punishment. Elworthy kept appealing to me to save him. I kept reminding him that neither Rule nor I had any powers on Sonmel that he had committed grave crimes for which the penalty was death … You get the picture, sir.”

“Indeed, I do. Continue.”

“Well, the reaction when we took off his hood was exactly as expected. One of the soldiers already had a bucket ready.”

“Well planned.”

“Indeed. I merely told him that the islanders were not used to using the Iron Maiden and it was difficult to find anyone who would clear up, once, let alone twice so …”

“I get the picture, Snapper.”

“Elworthy then got down on his knees, his back turned to the awful sight of the Iron Maiden and begged me to help him. I refused, of course, and Mr. Mee, as the Executioner, ordered the two guards to place him in the grisly interior of the Iron Maiden. Elworthy then appeared to break down completely. I then pressed the buzzer to bring Mrs. Mee down to record his confession. Her husband had insisted that she be spared the sight which had greeted Elworthy, so the two guards wheeled a metal frame hung with old Second World War blackout curtains in front of it whilst insisting that the prisoner kept facing the Executioner and I.”

“Very understandable. She is clearly a very brave woman but there was no need to subject her to that stomach-turning sight.”

“Indeed not, sir. I’m very glad that Her Majesty sent her official thanks to all at Sonmel for their wholehearted co-operation.”

“Please, continue, Snapper. Well, to cut this part short, sir, Elworthy then told us all we had learnt from Bell with a few added details about his bosses, including their names – it is those twins as we feared sir, the foremost perpetrators of organised crime in the East End of London from the 1950s to date. Elworthy confessed to being, he insisted a very minor, member of their gang, known as ‘The Firm’, but I caught, momentarily, a look in his eye which confirmed that he knew a lot more so, I told him that, before Bell was placed in the Iron Maiden’s fatal embrace he had told us all of this and more. ‘You’ll have to do a LOT better than that, Elworthy if you want me to even consider pleading for your life’, I said. Elworthy swallowed and raised his eyes and I knew, then, that he had realised that he would have to say more.”

“Very good, Snapper. Well done. You played the man like a pike on the rod. So, let’s go straight to the conclusion. What have we learnt?”

“Well, sir, as we suspected it was not just finding if the ‘Moor’ was on Sonmel and if so, doping him. It was, again, as we expected far more.”

“Your hunch was, as always right, Snapper. Scotland Yard is very fortunate to have you in its ranks.”

 “Thank you, sir. In short, Elworthy knew what his accomplice did not. Far more.”

“Which was, Snapper?”

“As you, I, and the Admiral feared, sir. Somehow, word of the existence of orichalcum on Sonmel had got out and someone had paid Elworthy’s two bosses to find put all that they could about it. The business with the ‘Moor’ was all true and, therefore, an excellent cover story if they got caught but was not to be revealed except until extreme duress, his two bosses were most clear about that but, Elworthy stressed, tears running down his red face as he crouched at our feet with his back still turned to the Iron Maiden, but the whole truth was NEVER to be revealed on pain of death.”

“Excellent. But who had paid his bosses for this, Snapper?”

“That, sir, he did not know and, after all, why would his bosses share that with someone like Elworthy?”

“Indeed, Snapper. So, no clues at all?”

“As you can imagine sir, with the Executioner’s help, I threatened him further, warning that we were on a very tight schedule as we had to board the departing ferry and without any significant reason to intervene we would simply leave him behind and, as the islanders had no cells, he would meet the same final fate as Elworthy.”

“So, finally, he said that he had heard within ‘The Firm’ that a Russian was involved in something.”

“Indeed. Fascinating and most alarming.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Any more?”

“We pressed Elworthy further by emphasising that time was running out, so the best we could offer, with the Executioner’s seemingly very grudging consent, of course, was a quick death so one of the guards placed his revolver at Elworthy’s temple.”

“And?”

“As our intelligence has suggested, the Russian will be meeting, in London, with the twins, next Friday evening.”

“Excellent, Snapper. I can assure you of another commendation. And this meeting is to take place where your informant told you?”

“Yes, according to Elworthy who was, by now, a broken man, a snivelling wreck. Even Mrs. Mee had almost felt sorry for him she said as she handed over her shorthand notes for us to get typed up at Scotland Yard! They were sent by a waiting trusted police officer, by train, on arrival at West Porthsea Quay and telegraphed back in secure code and are being typed up for you as we speak.”

 “Very good, Snapper. Now, about that scene, the scene in the harbour, I mean?”

“Offal, sir, wrapped in a worn old railway wagon tarpaulin altered so that it would break open when it landed in the water. The offal was collected from the local butcher’s along with the animal blood freely smeared on the cellar floor and the Executioner’s boots and garments.”

“And the sharks?”

“You wouldn’t believe me, sir, if I told you!”

“Try me, Snapper.”

“Mrs. Mee assured us that she had spoken with Sonmel’s mermaid, not the famous statue but an honest-to-goodness mermaid, if you please, and the mermaid had sung to bring sharks to the harbour.”

“Well, well. Whatever the truth, there were sharks there?”

“No question of that, sir.”

“And after that?”

“We had just time to hood the prisoner and for Colonel Lethbridge-Stewart and two of his men to march Elworthy off to the secure, soundproofed railway goods van where, unknown to each of them, Bell, of course, was chained in the other compartment. Two more soldiers carried off the Iron Maiden to be loaded in another railway goods van for return to Trevelver Castle cellars where it thrills visitors. It is, of course, a fake constructed to a concept popularized by two men in the nineteenth century. As agreed with Rory Lyons, some requested military equipment was left behind along with the very useful radio microphone headsets, Mr. Lyons seeing Colonel Lethbridge-Stewart and his men aboard the ferry. Everything else had been loaded on the second railway goods van, along with the fake bishop’s robes. The island’s bright yellow diesel shunter had already shunted all the outgoing railway goods vehicles on board the ferry and the doors had been secured. Before we left the cellar, the last two soldiers rushed in with a high-pressure water hose, bleach and brushes to clean up the borrowed cellar having already cleaned the other cellar where Bell had been, temporarily held. The blackout curtains on their wheeled frame were the only item left there.

DI Rule and I were then walked to the waiting ferry by Mr. and Mrs. Mee. Nick and Rosemary solemnly shook our hands. Nick then glanced at his Rolex and said: ‘That’s it Chief Inspector, Inspector. The weekly ferry to West Porthsea leaves in ten minutes. Time to get you all off of the island. We don’t want you having to stay here for another week and, I hope that neither of you will take this the wrong way, but we hope to never see any of you again on our peaceful island.’ Very understandable in the circumstances, I said and thanked him for all his assistance in a matter of far more grave importance than a potential racehorse doping. The couple nodded and we then boarded. As soon as Nick was assured that the last member of our team was aboard, the ferry cast off. The rest you already know.”

“Thank you, Snapper, and admirably concise yet comprehensive report.”

His boss then glanced at his watch, rose and shook Snapper’s hand. “Time for me to depart if I’m to catch the connecting train to Wadebridge and thence Truro where my wife awaits. Enjoy your stay, Snapper. I’ll see you, Monday morning when I board the Waterloo express, at 8.39 am at Wadebridge. Your reservation, in our compartment and ticket are in reception. You board at Cant Cove. The time is on the reservation. Until then, goodbye and Scotland Yard and the nation’s thanks to DI Rule and yourself. Colonel Lethbridge-Stewart has already been thanked by our good friend, the Admiral.”

Snapper sighed with relief and, ringing the hand bell placed on the table ordered a large ‘Tullibardine’ when the waiter appeared. Very appropriate in the circumstances, the detective thought.
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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6245 on: September 01, 2019, 09:46:08 AM »
Beer and curry and beer - an excellent combinatiin  :beers:
Enjoy your festival today, Autumn is on the way I’m afraid.
I shall try to wrap up the story in Cornwall plus the horse race and the cocktail story in the next couple of days.

Thanks a lot, Martin. It was a good festival and a very hot, sunny day. A very limited choice of beer, though, only German wheat beer and Czech Gambrinus 10 degrees. It's still very hot here, today but, tomorrow, we're scheduled to have the usual end-of-summer thunderstorm after which the temperatures drop 10 degrees C.

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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6246 on: September 01, 2019, 05:08:27 PM »
Beer and curry and beer - an excellent combinatiin  :beers:
Enjoy your festival today, Autumn is on the way I’m afraid.
I shall try to wrap up the story in Cornwall plus the horse race and the cocktail story in the next couple of days.

Many thanks, Martin. I intend to finish the sub-threads then move onto the climax, I hope this week before I get too busy.

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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6247 on: September 01, 2019, 06:59:01 PM »
Captain Jeremy Corentyn Cador RN quickly arrived at West Porthsea Quay station and walked along the harbourside platform to watch the sturdy train ferry from Sonmel approach. The sun glinted on the red-gold band below the top of its single large funnel. A portly smartly uniformed BR official with an abundance of gold braid around his uniform headgear approached him.

“Are you the Harbourmaster, by any chance?”

“No, I’m not but I am the BR manager in charge of West Porthsea Quay, the station, and all passenger and goods services, on land and by sea. How can I be of help, Captain?”

“Cador. I was recommended to speak with you by the Wadebridge Yardmaster, Bill Truscott. Perhaps you have received a message from him?”

“Indeed, I have, and I received a message from Paddington to extend to you all possible assistance so you must be here on a matter of utmost importance.”

“Err,” thank you replied Jeremy, more than a little embarrassed, “actually, I was sent here to ensure the safe arrival and loading onto the next sailing to Sonmel of … ,” Jeremy retrieved a piece of official typed paper from a pocket, “three dual-braked “Ferry” ‘Tube’ wagons”.

“The Sonmel ferry did you say, Captain Cador?”

“‘The Sonmel ferry sails but once a Blue Moon!’”

To which the official replied: “‘But never leaves too soon!’ No problem, Captain Cador. The three wagons have been here since morning. If you care to look behind that green diesel shunter over there you will see all three of ‘em immediately marshalled in front of it in the line of goods vehicles waiting to be pushed on board. Come with me, Captain Cador, you can see for yourself.”

Jeremy did so, checking off the running numbers on the side of the three freshly overhauled and painted long low-sided wagons against his piece of paper. All were present and correct. Firmly affixed to each one was a red-printed official BR card headed: ‘URGENT EXPRESS’ which bore the instructions: ‘FROM DOVER PRIORY TO WEST PORTHSEA QUAY’, followed by a code ‘SNL’.

“As you may guess, Captain Cador, that means for Sonmel. The ferry will shortly dock, and I must supervise the loading. You will also need to speak to the captain of the ferry, Captain Stannard, Mr. Truscott has informed me.”

“Thank you.”

The two men shook hands and the BR official walked off. Jeremy watched the ferry slowly approach then, very slowly and gently, moor with its bow against the rail loading platform. Secure against the harbour side gangways were then placed so that the passengers could disembark. To Jeremy’s considerable surprise, he saw the two detectives, Rule and Snapper, who he had not seen since last autumn’s momentous events at Trevelver Castle, to be the first to disembark and follow the platform signs indicating where the next train to London Paddington would arrive then depart. They were so busy talking that they did not notice him. Jeremy was even more astonished then to see the unmistakable figure of Colonel Lethbridge-Stewart disembark after them at the head of a detachment of Scots Guards who then marched to where the raised bow door had allowed the ferry’s central interior rail track to be connected to one of those in the quayside. One of the diesel shunters, No. D2292, was already slowly hauling a short rake of goods vehicles out, a line of armed and highly alert Scots Guard escorts walking on either side. As soon as the rake was on the quay, the points were switched and the second of the green diesels, No. D2295, slowly pushed the outbound line of goods vehicles, including the three “Ferry” ‘Tube’ wagons, in their place to be individually secured to the deck with chains. Its work done, D2292 moved off and changed onto the second harbour line. There was a blare of a diesel horn and a pair of BR Lined Maroon mainline coaches appeared and were slowly shunted onto the head of the recently removed rake of goods wagons. A shunter quickly coupled the rear coach onto the first of two goods vans which had, just before, been as speedily uncoupled from the other goods vehicles. The special train’s BR guard moved the tail lamp onto the rear of the second goods van. Watched by a British Transport police sergeant, the soldiers checked that the anonymous brown vans were securely locked on both sides then, ordered by Colonel Lethbridge-Stewart, all but four sub-machine gun-carrying soldiers, quickly boarded the two coaches. These four soldiers escorted the colonel as they made a last careful inspection of the special train from all sides. The colonel then spoke with the train’s guard before walking back to the open cab door of the third diesel shunter, D2082, to give his instructions to the driver and his secondman. That done, one of the soldiers, still carrying his sub-machine gun, clambered into the cab and closed the door firmly behind him. A second, similarly armed, soldier walked back to join the train’s BR guard in the rear coach. The remaining pair, with the colonel, accompanied the British Transport policeman and the BR employee carrying a red warning flag as they walked in front of the train as it slowly set off from the quay then along the streets to West Porthsea mainline station where a larger diesel loco. would replace the diesel shunter. Jeremy was so surprised at all of this activity that he did not notice, until he was almost upon him, the sailor approaching him. The sailor saluted smartly and said,

“Captain Cador, Captain Stannard sends his compliments and asks you to join him on the bridge.”

Thanking the sailor, Jeremy followed him up the gangway and on board to the bridge where, the pass-phrases exchanged, Jeremy handed over the sealed brown envelope entrusted to him for delivery to the Sonmel authorities, thanked Captain Stannard, shook hands, then left the way he’d come and joined the small queue of passengers waiting for the Paddington train to arrive. The two detectives stood at the head of the line. Jeremy had been tempted to pop into “The Sailor’s Return” for a quick celebratory drink, with the landlady, for completing his mission, but thought better of it. After about half an hour’s wait, D2082 slowly appeared at the head of a long line of shiny new BR Lined Maroon coaches whose roof boards proclaimed, ‘Boat Train Express – Paddington’. Climbing aboard, Jeremy found a seat in an empty 1st-class compartment and promptly fell asleep even before one of the pair of diesel shunters had run along the second track and then changed onto the harbourside line to be coupled to the head of the express.
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« Reply #6248 on: September 01, 2019, 09:33:13 PM »
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    Many thanks Chris, really enjoying the story. Gosh I don`t think West Porthsea has ever seen such strange goings- ons, love it   :thumbsup:
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« Reply #6249 on: September 02, 2019, 08:09:28 AM »
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    Many thanks Chris, really enjoying the story. Gosh I don`t think West Porthsea has ever seen such strange goings- ons, love it   :thumbsup:
      regards Derek.

Many thanks, Derek. Indeed. BR WR was given instructions to get the special train away from West Porthsea as quickly as possible. The press have been issued with D Notices prohibiting any photos. or descriptions of the armed train appearing. Uniformed and plainclothes police are on the quay, streets and two West Porthsea stations to ensure that there are np photos. taken. From West Porthsea, a 'Hymek' will speed the special train to a secure MoD location. New very discreet but stringent security measures have been implemented at West Porthsea Quay to ensure no unauthorised visitors ever again are able to board the ferry to Sonmel. The driver and secondman of D2082 are Army reservists.
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« Reply #6250 on: September 04, 2019, 01:00:06 PM »
“So, Susan,” began Sylvia, “please, tell us about the orichalcum.”

“So, we can try to forget about it afterwards,” remarked Sofi, with a grimace.

“OK. Well, on the newspaper train, I was handed an urgent note from the Admiral concerning the orichalcum being mined and refined on Sonmel. During his clandestine visit there, he had discovered that there was not a precise understanding of the properties of refined orichalcum. In particular, the dimensions of safe areas around different sizes and thicknesses of the refined metal. Strange things were happening; news of which was reaching the mainland, it seems. Back in London, the Admiral tried to contact my grandfather but, being unable to, because he is on Rockall, he had a message sent to me to perform the necessary calculations which were telegrammed to him, as a series of numbers, to which only he and I have the key, by the Cant Cove stationmaster who, like us, has the necessary security clearance. My grandfather had already given detailed instructions about the safe handling of refined orichalcum, last year, and a copy of these had been given to your Jeremy, Sylvia, to hand-deliver to the Sonmel authorities, via the captain of the train ferry, whilst Jeremy was ensuring the safe arrival and loading of the three special open-sided railway wagons for the safe conveyance of refined orichalcum.”

“Why, safe, Susan?”

“Because, Sylvi, I have calculated that this type of goods wagon allows a sufficient safe zone around the standard dimensioned blocks of refined metal. That way there should no longer be any ‘unfortunate’ events in time and space associated with their transport.”

“Good, I see. That explains Jeremy’s delay, then, Susan.”

“Yes, I believe so, Sylvi. I’m sure he’ll be joining us, in London, as quickly as possible.”

“I do hope so, Susan. I have an uneasy feeling.”

“That will be thinking about orichalcum and last year, Sylvi”, said Eli.

“I’m not sure. I’m really not sure.”
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« Reply #6251 on: September 05, 2019, 06:37:44 PM »
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 Many thanks Chris, looking forward to more when you have time. Students are back now so won't be long for you
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« Reply #6252 on: September 05, 2019, 09:01:40 PM »
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 Many thanks Chris, looking forward to more when you have time. Students are back now so won't be long for you
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Many thanks, Derek. Yes, this is the first week of semester, but I do have spare moments when I can write on my smartphone so there will be some short updates.

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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6253 on: September 05, 2019, 09:05:11 PM »
It was the last of the plainclothes Special Branch officers to leave West Porthsea station who spotted the two men dash from the Gents toilets and board the ‘Boat Train Express’ at the very last second as the “Warship" diesel at its head began accelerating away. Powerless to intervene, he saw the second of the men slam the coach door behind them. Shortly afterwards, he saw the blind in one of the 1st-class compartments being pulled down. Fortunately, the officer had had the presence of mind to take out his miniature camera and take a series of photos. as they dashed past him. Impatiently, he waited on the opposite platform for the local train to Penzance from where he would catch the next express to Paddington. He was eager to get his film developed and printed in the Special Branch photo. lab and then take the best prints to the photo. archive for manual matching. However, he was pretty certain that the first man was a GRU agent known to be working out of the Russian embassy! Moving to an empty area of the Up platform, he radioed British Transport Police to alert them that two Special Branch officers would be boarding the ‘Boat Train Express’ before it arrived at Paddington to investigate the two suspects and could be making arrests and taking them into custody on arrival.
« Last Edit: December 30, 2019, 04:37:44 PM by Chris in Prague, Reason: Corrected. »

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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6254 on: September 05, 2019, 10:03:13 PM »
Ooerr  :goggleeyes:
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