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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6585 on: January 05, 2020, 09:45:18 PM »
Admiral Tregowan was sitting in his office studying the latest reports. The first to be replaced in his filing cabinet was on the events at ‘Cafe Daquise’. Everyone concerned had been interviewed at length and he was satisfied that all that was possible to know was now known to him, even from Miss Foreman. He picked up the second report from D.C.I. Snapper. As expected, it was very short and to the point. Almost too concise for his liking. There was, his intuition told him, more going on than Snapper was telling him. Soon it would be time to schedule another meeting with Captain Jeremy Corentyn Cador but not until after the coming visit to “Esmerelda’s Barn” which he had already fully discussed with Jeremy and Giles who had briefed Richard and Sophie on their return to Chelsea. The Admiral, having placed the second report in the cabinet then picked up the third, last, shortest and also the most secret report. It was a compilation from equally secret reports, not only from British agents and agencies, including Torchwood; but also from the American CIA; the Israeli Mossad; the French Direction générale de la sécurité extérieure, DGSE; and the German BND, Bundesnachrichtendienst, Federal Intelligence Service. The report detailed all that was currently known about the Soviet Military-Space Academy and its head. It made for very worrying reading. The single word, Daleks, kept leaping to his attention. After quickly scanning the compilation, the Admiral ‘phoned for a pot of Earl Grey with Rich Tea biscuits for one before settling down to study the report with the utmost care and make detailed follow-up notes. If only the Doctor was not still on his extremely vexing prolonged visit to Rockall.
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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6586 on: January 06, 2020, 08:26:37 PM »
 :hellosign:
  Many thanks Chris, will Dr Who return ?
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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6587 on: January 06, 2020, 08:29:08 PM »
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  Many thanks Chris, will Dr Who return ?
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Who ?   :D

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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6588 on: January 06, 2020, 08:36:53 PM »
Wait and see. 8-)

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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6589 on: January 06, 2020, 08:46:39 PM »
Soon came the Friday evening when they were, except Huw and with his former T-Force comrades, due to visit “Esmerelda’s Barn”, which they all knew of as a very trendy nightclub in Knightsbridge, to celebrate together, apart, alas, from Jim and Monique. The young women had spent hours getting prepared. As they excitedly arrived downstairs, in ones and twos, whilst full of compliments to one another, they were critically studying each other’s hair, makeup, sleeveless evening dress, wrap or stole, shoes and handbag. Finally, they all, with Sofi the last to arrive – as usual – were sitting in the front living room sipping Bucks Fizzes whilst similarly critically examining their male companions and their dinner suit, white shirt, black bow tie, and black patent leather shoes. A fleet of secure ‘Black Cabs’ had been organised to take everyone the short distance via the King’s Road. The men were to leave first. They, plus Sofi, having already been briefed, in great detail, by Jeremy and Giles. Once the men had left, Sofi would then brief the young women whilst they waited for the taxis to return for them.

Only Susan and Sylvia, the first of the women to arrive, appeared to be wearing the same tailored figure-hugging sleeveless evening gowns they had worn at the ‘Cafe Daquise’ but, to the considerable surprise of the other women, both garments looked as good as new. Then, Susan had slowly got up and turned to reveal, to a chorus of gasps, an amazing alteration to the back of her dark blue silk-blend high neck gown. Its hitherto matching high-zippered back had been completely cut away down to a gentle curve just above the base of her spine, leaving two narrow sidebands of the material which were now held together by six shining reddish-gold chains to which was vertically attached an equally shiny undulating metallic reddish-golden snake whose head, curled round to the right to touch its body, lay between her narrow shoulders whilst the point of its slender tail touched the top of the short zip in the material below where the gown swelled out to cover her slender hips. The pale skin of the teenager’s back was glowing with a faint, but noticeable, red-gold sheen and she was wearing a pair of matching sparkling red gold miniature undulating snake earrings. All three snakes had glowing green eyes that seemed to move. Despite herself, even Sofi was impressed at the dramatic transformation to Susan’s formerly plain if elegant gown.

“My … goodness, Susan. That’s … simply amazing. I’ve never seen … anything like it!”

“Thank you, Sofi, you look very striking, too. Mary made the alterations to my design,” was all that she would say.

Sofi’s new three-quarter-length translucent body-hugging black lace evening dress, daringly deep and widely cut at the front and backless with a close-fitting waist featuring a thin black satin waistband tied in a flat bow, certainly was eye-catching.

“The less the material used, the higher the price,” Angela remarked tartly to Suzi.

“I just hope that she remembers never to lean too far forward and to one side with that oblong décolletage!” was Suzi’s laughing reply.

“She certainly fills it out very well,” was Belinda’s. “Almost as well as I fill out mine!” she pronounced, admired the plunging V-cut front of her three-quarter length full-skirted black gown.

“It clings while covering in all the right places, Belinda,” remarked Angela approvingly, studying the cut of the woven shantung type fabric. But, if Sofi’s had any less material, she would be topless!”

“If that does not attract the attention of Giles, I don’t know what will,” laughed Jenny.
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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6590 on: January 07, 2020, 09:19:20 PM »
At this, Angela scowled before remarking, “Well, Susan, with your dress, Mary Quant has certainly lived up to her reputation for creating garments which are audacious, daring and risqué.”

“Yes, indeed, Angela,” she replied with a grin. “Mary wants to offer something eye-catching, strong and colourful; totally unlike the way your mothers looked.”

“Well, Susan, she’s certainly achieved that!” replied Angela studying her own stylish but conventional ivory-coloured silk floor-length dress with its modestly V-cut silver beaded bodice and ivory silk waistband tied in a large flat bow. “I thought I saw the very lean and long figure in Chelsea-type boots of Mary’s Alexander Plunkett Greene in a pin-striped suit collecting and delivering something during the week,” she continued.

“Yes, Angela,” Sylvia replied. “APG has a house in Chelsea, so we’re on his way from BAZAAR on the corner of Markham Square. He always has things worked out to the last detail.”

“Yes, I’ve heard about the house APG has all to himself because his mother is convalescing in the country,” remarked Eli.

“He plays jazz on the trumpet,” added Suzi. “So cool!”

“And APG hosts the wildest parties in London,” exclaimed Sylvia. “Mary says he’s the most bizarre and worldly and advanced, fanciful and fantastic character she had ever dreamed of!” She laughed heartily. “He’s certainly, a key member of the ‘Chelsea Set’, our very bohemian world of painters, photographers, architects, writers, socialites, actors, con-men, and … superior tarts!”

“He certainly moves in a strange, fast-moving world of uninhibited language and behaviour, Sylvi,” responded Angela, more coldly. “It’s a good job that they’re away on business.”

“It could be New York, Paris, Turin, or Tokyo, Angela,” added Sylvia.

“I only hope that our party tonight will be as much tremendous fun and fantastic excitement as APG’s,” stated Suzi.

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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6591 on: January 07, 2020, 09:30:01 PM »
As D.I. Rule entered the ‘Black Cab’, that evening, he saw a well-disguised Snapper already seated well back on the opposite side. As soon as Rule had closed the door and the cab had joined the slow-moving Friday evening traffic, Snapper then began detailing where they would be that evening and the subjects of his investigations.

“As you know, Rule, we’ll be mingling among the guests at ‘Esmeralda's Barn’ an upmarket, lavish nightclub in Wilton Place, Knightsbridge, owned since 1960 by the two notorious twin male villains who are at the centre of my investigations. They’ve made the club their base for expanding their criminal activities into the richer and more vulnerable West End where they intend to dominate crime in the same way that they have done so successfully for so long back in the East End of London they come from. The club has proven to be a very useful front for their criminal activities, including the highly lucrative entrapment of blackmail victims. It is that particular activity and no other, I regret to say, that led to my appointment as several very important people have fallen victim.”

“I understand, Snapper.”

“Although both physically powerful specimens, the younger one, Eddie, by ten minutes, is the brains behind their operations whilst the older, Georgie, deals with the … enforcement side of their activities. With their gang, known as ‘The Firm’, consisting of a mixture of London heavies, Scots hard men and bent businessmen, they are involved in murder, armed robbery, arson, fraud, protection rackets and assaults.”

“Keeping themselves busy then, Snapper!”

“Indeed,” he smiled grimly. “Recently, they have been busy adding to their gang many villains from outside London, including someone of great personal interest to you, Rule.”
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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6592 on: January 08, 2020, 07:55:56 PM »
“Ah, you mean, Alan Poldory, Snapper? I certainly look forward to getting my hands on that particular villain!”

“Indeed, Rule. Their club, in the refined environs of Belgravia, has become a lucrative venture for the Twins and has enabled Eddie, the younger one, to play the part of the celebrity gangster, like his hero, Hollywood’s toughest on-screen Mafia boss, George Raft. The place has proven to be very popular with celebrities, sportspeople, and entertainers, such as heavyweight champion boxers, popular singers and famous film stars, as well as rich young bloods who enjoy sharing with their impressionable young ladies an evening of public civility and fine cuisine enlivened with gangster cool. The always immaculately dressed Twins enjoy mixing with politicians and prominent entertainers, such as Diana Dors, Frank Sinatra, and Judy Garland. The resident singers have included a Guyanese man, Cy Grant, who sings Caribbean and other folk songs, as well as other cabaret-style musicians, including Noel Harrison and Lance Percival.”

“My, my, Snapper. I had no idea.”

“Regular visitors include the artists Francis Bacon and Lucien Freud. Not only did David Bailey take portrait photographs of the Twins, he took the photographs at Eddie’s wedding, the only time he’s been a wedding photographer, mind, Rule. The Twins are very respectful, indeed charming to their guests. In short, it’s not the sort of place where the staff are chosen for their freedom from the constraints of courtesy and competence. Oh, no. The Twins place great importance on respectful behaviour, especially to themselves!”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Snapper.”

“That would be very wise, Rule. However, despite all of that, it is rumoured that the Twins will be closing the place down, later, this year. It is said to be in debt, and with potential tax problems looming, the word is that they will be moving their headquarters and their activities on to what they expect to be even greater success. However, before they do,” the D.C.I. rubbed his hands together, “we have, at last, discovered a unique inside opportunity, Rule. Time is of the essence. The Twins have plenty of other business ventures to attend to with many potentially important deals in the offing. Their protection rackets continue to develop; they are looking at buying betting shops, tobacconists, and restaurants and also a demolition business. The younger one, Eddie, is keen to acquire a security firm specialising in the protection and transportation of valuable goods. Who better to offer protection than the Twins?”, the detective laughed.

“Their horizon is expanding dramatically with a growing international dimension, Rule. Representatives from American Mafia families, as well as French and Corsican criminals, who are investigating ‘Swinging London’ as a potential market, are contacting them. In fact, there is a seemingly endless list of opportunities being presented to the Twins. They have already seen off the law on numerous occasions, and I myself have felt the power of their control, not only over gangland London, but also the media. Until now, it has seemed that there really was nothing to stop them now. In fact, they seemed untouchable. They are growing into a legend. They have cultivated a myth that they have many senior police officers in their pocket. Not true, of course.”

“I would sincerely hope not, Snapper.”

“None of my team, nor my commander, I can assure you! Like politicians, gangsters are often perceived more for what they might do, than for the acts they actually perform. The air of lurking menace that surrounds the Twins is very good for their criminal activities. The greater the rumours, the eviler the insinuations, the happier they are. They love people going in fear of them and ‘The Firm’. Whenever they do appear in the press, they are simply referred to as 'those well-known sporting brothers ...'” And that,” Snapper smiled softly, “when we’re not simply referring to them as the ‘Twins’, is how you and I will be referring to them, tonight, Rule.”

“How long have they been under investigation, Snapper?”

“The Commissioner of Police has publicly denied that there is any investigation into these notorious villains and their gang. However, since the beginning of this year, they have all been under the most rigorous and ceaseless scrutiny!”

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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6593 on: January 09, 2020, 04:56:30 PM »
“Do I have your assurance that Miss Trevelver’s friends will be safe, there, Snapper?” He studied the D.C.I.’s face.

“As long as they behave themselves, which I’m sure they will, they have nothing to fear from the Twins nor their gang. The lads have, the Admiral has assured me, all been well briefed and they’ll more than capable of looking after the young ladies. Just in case, though, Jeremy has told them the story of what happens to those who are disrespectful to the Twins.”

“Which is, Snapper?”

“According to a very reliable informant, one evening, one of the gang’s older members, more than the worse for drink, thought that he could get away with a clever comment at Eddie’s expense. Without hesitation and in full view of the customers, Eddie immediately smashed him in the face before kicking him off the sofa and attempting to stamp on him. The barman and the door staff ran over but, even with their combined muscle, Eddie could only be pulled off when they promised to throw his victim out of the club. Eddie then made a circuit of the bar, still panting and sweating from the brutal assault. He quietly spoke to all the couples there as if what they had just witnessed had been no more of a problem than running out of draught beer. ‘I’m terribly sorry about that,’ he told each guest, still slightly out of breath. ‘It doesn’t happen very often’.”

“I see, Snapper, very revealing. I’m sure that they’ll all keep that well in mind.”

“I sincerely hope so. But here we are, Rule. You get out and walk along the street to the entrance under that circular sign, there. Announce yourself as a member of Miss Trevelver’s party. Your name, David Morant, will be on the doormen’s guest list. You’ll find the young men of the party already seated along the edges of the dance floor in the large room they call … a discothèque. The young ladies will be arriving shortly to, similarly, take up their reserved seats.”

“Thank you, Snapper. ‘Til later, then.”

Rule entered the busy club and made his way to the cloakroom to hand over his hat and overcoat to one of the club’s many beautiful young female staff before being shown to his reserved table by another very attractive young woman who took his order for a pint of Truman’s “Best Bitter”. He nodded at the young men seated around him. His beer delivered, he sipped it while carefully studying, indirectly, the surroundings.

As the taxi pulled away, Snapper could not help recalling the strong feeling that the Admiral, as usual, had not told him the full story but, he smiled to himself, neither had he! It was time to meet an old friend for a pint or two and a chat.
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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6594 on: January 09, 2020, 05:45:15 PM »
Full of excited anticipation, the girls walked in in their little groups of close friends, past the door staff, big men hired to maintain order and decorum, straight past the busy casino and through into the dimly lit red and gilt decorated discothèque which comprised a small stage for live musicians at the back of a central dancefloor edged with a red-carpeted area lined with shadowy gilded alcoves containing beautiful dark red settees, “very nicely upholstered”, remarked Angela approvingly, and a golden bar counter enabling the dancers to order from the same beautiful young male and female staff who served the drinks to the bustling waiters and waitresses in the casino on the other side. Susan, Sylvia, and Eli ordered their favourite cocktails from a stunning statuesque blonde who carefully marked them up on the party’s tab. It was all very cool.

“Everyone looks very hip and the club’s natural market, the Belgravia set, are the very height of sophistication”, explained Sylvia to Susan, smiling.

The two friends then sat down at one of the reserved round tables with a candle in a circular red glass, opposite Jeremy and Tom, to take in the room, once their eyes had fully adjusted to the lack of light. Live music, Susan reminded herself, was still an essential part of many 1960s nightclubs but the discothèque was already sweeping through Europe. Alongside the dance floor areas, there was now placed a DJ booth, where the Disc Jockey played music from vinyl records. Very primitive media but, somehow, emotionally very affecting, she found.

The regular D.J., James Hamilton, in his early 20s and at 6ft 8" unmissable, was playing black American rhythm & blues and soul music to a mixed but fashionable crowd. There was a sprinkling of very stylish and very slick young men wearing Italian ‘bum-freezer’ suits with very slim cuffless trousers, winkle-picker shoes, and very thin ties. But there were hard men there, too, dressed in mohair suits, looking like movie gangsters, accompanied by beautiful but very young women – “some of the best-looking girls, here, but quite tarty”, Sylvia remarked to Jeremy. The women had bouffant hairdos and dresses in the latest fashion. “For clothing,” she continued, “as Mary says, the whole rainbow is, of course, available, but the most reliable colours of all are black and white, although both occur in many subtle variations.”

“So that’s why nearly all of you ladies are wearing gowns in black or shades of white?”

“Yes, indeed, Jeremy,” Susan smiled, “I’ll get you interested in fashion, yet!” They laughed and clinked glasses.

“Well, Sylvi,” he grinned, “there is one aspect of fashion that my male friends and I very much appreciate …”

“Oh, let me guess.” She playfully punched his left arm. “The fact that skirts are definitely getting shorter!”

“You got it in one, Sylvi!” They both laughed.

“Hmm,” added Susan, “I think that has more to do with the technological advances that have enabled tights to be produced relatively cheaply than anything else.”

“Susan, you know what Mary says, ‘It’s the girls on the King’s Road who invented the mini. She set out to make easy, youthful, simple clothes, in which we can move, in which we can run and jump and she makes them the length the customer wants. As you know, Mary wears her skirts very short but her customers cry, ‘Shorter, shorter’!”

They all laughed.

“And some of those young girls on the dancefloor are wearing their skirts very short indeed,” grinned Jeremy, earning a second playful punch.

“It is really exciting, here – it feels really ‘it’,” Sylvia grinned turning to Susan as they sipped their cocktails, a Mai Tai for Sylvia and, very appropriately they agreed, a Moscow Mule for Susan.

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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6595 on: January 09, 2020, 10:13:39 PM »
Rule had watched Sylvia and her female friends arrive, greet the young men then immediately join the energetic young dancers. Ray Charles’s “I Can't Stop Loving You” was playing whilst the couples danced together. Susan, dancing with Tom held at arms’ length, automatically registered that the temp was around 80 Beats Per Minute.

After several increasingly up-tempo records, beginning with Little Eva’s “The Loco-Motion” at 120bpm then Booker T. and The MG's “Green Onions” at 130bpm, a short young blonde with her hair piled up above her open, round glowing face, wearing a black velvet sleeveless cocktail dress with rhinestone detail below the high round neckline and above the knee-length hem, left the group on the dancefloor to join him, as Sam Cooke’s “Twistin' the Night Away” at 160bpm, finished.

“Good evening, Mister. Is this seat free?” she gasped, her bright blue eyes twinkling mischievously under a prominent pair of jet-black false eyelashes.

“Yes, it is. Jenny, isn’t it? You look thirsty, young lady, after all that energetic go-go dancing.”

“Yes, Mr. Rule. I am rather. A Singapore Sling, please,” she laughed, her diamante hairband sparkling. Both satisfied that the other had given the previously agreed responses. Rule beckoned a cheerful tall brunette waitress over and gave her his order, placing a silver coin in her hand as a tip.

“Captain Jeremy and Miss Sylvia send their regards and trust that all is well,” whispered Jenny, leaning towards the detective, once the waitress had left for the bar.

“We will do what is ordered and at every command, we will be ready!” responded Rule with his most winning smile.

“Something like that,” grinned Jenny.

Her drink placed before her on a little round white paper mat, Jenny raised it and wished the Cornish detective good health and success.
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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6596 on: January 11, 2020, 03:21:02 PM »
The previously posted pictures of one of the special trains run in preparation for the grand racing pigeon contest omitted the photo. of the loco. The train was one of a variety of special trains run in the run-up to the Christmas and New Year period, often running in the path of scheduled local passenger services. One formed of two LMR coaches (BR Lined Maroon BR Standard CK M16005 and BR Crimson & Cream BR Standard BCK M21029) plus a BR Lined Maroon ex-LNER Gresley design BGP bogie Pigeon Van E 70171 E arrived from Bradford at Bodmin Road where a spare BR WR Chocolate & Cream BR Standard CK W15110 from one of the local special rakes was added for the use of local passengers between Bodmin Road and Penmayne and return. Here we see the loco. No. 8102 at the head of the special rake at Cant Cove on its return journey after a successful release of the pigeons at the Penmayne terminus. Unfortunately, due to a points failure, the 'Large Prairie' was derailed all wheels.

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« Reply #6597 on: January 11, 2020, 03:32:02 PM »
“Where does the name, discothèque, come from?” asked Jeremy enjoying a second large gin and tonic with, besides a slice of lemon, at Sylvia’s insistence, a lot of ice.

“Ah, here comes Eli with her second Gimlet drink, perhaps she can tell us why it’s called a discothèque,” remarked Sylvia. “Move up, Susan. Tom, please, take another chair for Eli to sit here, next to me.”

“Sorry, Sylvi. If I change my position, Sophie won’t be able to see my back.”

“Oh, yes. Sorry, Susan, I forgot,” replied Sylvia. “You can arrange the chairs differently, can’t you, Tom?”

“Err, yes, of course,” he replied, disappointed at having to move from Susan’s side so that Eli could take his place.

“It’s called discothèque after the Paris boîte, ‘Whisky à Gogo’, where, from the 1950s, owner Régine Zylberberg operated two turntables to avoid breaks between tracks,” said Eli taking Tom’s seat whilst he sat between Eli and Jeremy. “Others say it was today’s Parisian club scene—'Chez Castel’, ‘Chez Régine’— that started it all, but soon enough, her Chez Régine night club, opened in 1957, in the Latin Quarter, became the place to be seen for playboys and princes, gaining name and fame all around the world. Monique says she saw them setting up D.J. booths in old backless wardrobes—they simply took off the top half of the door and fixed in a plank of wood for the D.J. to put his turntable on! Thanks, Tom. What a pity Monique can’t be with us, this evening.” All comfortably seated, after expressing their sorrow, they laughed happily at Jeremy’s jokes and stories whilst enjoying their long drinks.

The Parisian clubs were indeed sophisticated nightspots where, Susan mused, by the end of the decade, 1969 to be precise, she remembered, patrons could hear such erotic songs as Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin’s 83bpm steamy duet “Je T’Aime … Moi Non Plus” and Isaac Hayes’s 79bpm cover of the seminal Dionne Warwick version of “Walk On By” which replaced the traditional pop arrangement with 12:03 of pure Hot Buttered Soul – the title of Isaac Hayes’s second album and one of Susan’s all-time favourite tracks – turning a Burt Bacharach/Hal David ‘weeper’ into an unrecognizable mash-up of R&B, pop, funk, and even psychedelia. Looking around, whilst her companions laughed and joked, Susan found she missed the flashing strobe lights, the pulsating, four-to-the-floor (boom-boom-boom-boom) high-energy rhythm yet to come but resolved to concentrate fully on the always difficult task of living in the actual moment. The rotating ceiling-mounted mirror ball and the spotlights would do fine, she told herself, sipping her drink whilst ensuring all her senses were fully alert.

Sitting at the next table were Sophie and Richard with Giles and Angela. Sophie was sitting facing Richard but had positioned herself so that she also had a clear view of Susan’s back. Sitting next to Richard was Giles and next to Sophie was Angela.

“So, everyone clear what the plan is?” asked Giles, quietly. They all nodded.

“Better, Giles, what the plans are,” responded Sophie with a gentle smile.

“Very true, Sophie. Even so, we only have the basic details worked out. A great deal depends on the actions of others. We’ll have to improvise as we go.”

“After Jeremy, you have the most important part to play, Sophie.”

She nodded. “Yes, I know. We have rehearsed every possible variation we can think of. We must hope that our plans work out.”

“No plan survives first contact with the enemy, Sophie,” responded Richard, “you know that. You’re right, Jeremy, we would never have been able to get in here with concealed weapons. Those doormen frisked us very thoroughly.”

“True and true, Richard. But as Dwight D. Eisenhower so wisely stated, ‘In preparing for battle I have always found that plans are useless, but planning is indispensable’.”

“Very true, again,” smiled Angela. “I’ve always been a great believer in the virtues of sound planning.”

“I know you have, Angela,” smiled Giles warmly, making her blush. “Benjamin Franklin supposedly said, ‘If you fail to plan, you are planning to fail’.” He glanced at his watch. “We have an hour until it all kicks off; assuming, of course, that all goes to plan,” he smiled, again.

“Which it won’t Giles,” responded Richard.

“I know, Richard. I know. Don’t look but I’ve just seen D.C.I. Snapper arrive, exactly on time. He has dyed grey hair and a bushy grey moustache, what looks like a Mediterranean complexion, is wearing tortoise-shell frame glasses and a very sharp dark suit, and is carrying a very expensive looking leather briefcase. He’s joined D.I. Rule who is also very well dressed. Someone has approved a very generous expense account!”

“That’ll be the Admiral, no doubt, Giles,” remarked Sophie with the slightest of scowls. “They’ll be watching us for the agreed signals.”

“Yes. You still have a good view of Susan’s back, Sophie?” She nodded. “No change?” She shook her head.

Time passed at what seemed a snail’s pace.

“Right,” announced Jeremy rising from the table next to theirs, “time for me to see a man about a dog!” Susan gave Sylvia a quizzical frown.

“Its one of those amusing phrases that Jeremy picked from his old schoolfriends, Susan. It’s a euphemism concealing his true purpose, such as going to use the lavatory or going to buy a drink.”

“Thanks, I see, Sylvi.”

“But, in this case, as none of our drinks needs replacing …”

“Ah!” smiled Susan.

“But,” added Tom, “in this case, I think it’s something else entirely …”

“I see,” sighed Sylvia. “I’ve a feeling that things are going to get …”

“Interesting,” stated Tom. “Best keep our wits about us!” The girls sighed.

“As if we weren’t already, Tom!”

“Don’t worry, Sylvi,” whispered Susan. “After the ‘Cafe Daquise’, we’re all very much better prepared.”

“That’s very good to know, Susan. I have a very strong feeling that we’ll have to be!”
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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6598 on: January 11, 2020, 03:52:17 PM »
The words 'build' and 'up' readily spring to mind!
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« Reply #6599 on: January 11, 2020, 03:53:17 PM »
And so the tale unfolds...
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