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Re: Sonmel
« Reply #660 on: August 23, 2019, 05:53:11 PM »
I was getting a bit worried when "Elworthy’s head exploded red at his temple" - nice touch using paint!  :thumbsup:
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Re: Sonmel
« Reply #661 on: August 23, 2019, 06:29:27 PM »
Excellent and a very nice twist at the end. I hope Sonmel has an extradition treaty with the mainland and that crimes committed on Sonmel can be tried in a UK Court, otherwise the villains' 'brief' will get them off. Snapper also wants to get the men behind them, the "organ ginders not their monkeys"!

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Re: Sonmel
« Reply #662 on: August 24, 2019, 11:07:43 PM »
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  Many thanks Keith, indeed a very clever twist, let's hope they get their just deserts
      regards Derek.

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Re: Sonmel
« Reply #663 on: August 25, 2019, 09:51:45 AM »
“Well done, Mr. Mee, excellently organised and superb shooting Mr. Lyons. That paintball was most effective,” stated DCI Snapper. “Those headsets and microphones are far smaller than anything I’ve seen before. Not even the FBI has anything like ‘em.”

“Well, Sonmel may be out of the way and very small but we do have access to the best technology thanks to … ” Nick Mee then stopped as he remembered that the two villains were well within earshot and he was about to break the UK Official Secrets Act which Sonmel’s authorities had agreed to follow after Admiral Tregowan’s clandestine visit.

“Right, Rule, time to ‘cuff ‘em,” announced Snapper. “Then frisk ‘em very carefully and confiscate that knife and any other weapons.”

“We’ll throw ‘em in the harbour,” stated Nick. “We have no use for ‘em.” The two criminals looked worried. “I mean the weapons, of course!” he laughed. “Drowning is far too … “

“Mind the mermaid, dear,” instructed Rosemary who was still shaking as she clutched her husband.

“Of course, dear. Unlike these two, she’s done nothin’ wrong.”

“Yes, sir. Turn out your pockets, you, two,” commanded Rule in response to Snapper. “No funny business, if you know what’s good for you. You’re a long way from London and any help. No-one here will miss you! You did know that a ticket to Sonmel is one way?” The two London thugs shook their heads as the detectives and islanders guffawed heartily.

“But we paid for returns!” complained Elworthy. “Tough,” responded Rule. “Looks like you were taken advantage of!” laughed the Cornish detective as he watched the two thugs' weapons being kicked into the harbour.

Elworthy glared. “When I gets my ‘ands on ‘em.”

“That, I can categorically state will never happen; neither those who sold you the tickets nor your weapons. Mr. Lyons, cover ‘em with your service revolver, if you please,” ordered Snapper.

“My pleasure,” replied Rory, withdrawing the weapon from the shoulder holster under his brown island tweed jacket and levelling at the villains’ groin level. “I saw a man bleed to death that way. Slow and painful it was,” he remarked conversationally. Bell turned white as beads of sweat broke out on his smooth broad forehead and his knees began to shake.

“You know what to do, you two,” ordered Rule as Bell and Elworthy turned around, very carefully watched by Nick and Rory, who had shouldered his adapted sniper’s rifle, and meekly presented their wrists for handcuffing.

“We weren’t doin’ nothin’ serious,” mumbled Elworthy, “jus’ a bit o’ ‘armless fun with the young lady. Weren’t we, Miss.”

Rosemary glared at him. “The young lady that you held a nasty knife across her throat, happens to be my wife,” stated Nick in an ice-cold tone. “Sonmel has its own laws and traditions, you know. Some might call ‘em old-fashioned … even barbaric,” he mused. “But we’re a peaceful people and we mean to keep things that way, whatever …”

“Tha’s right. We don’t hold with such nastiness on Sonmel,” added Rory glaring at each criminal in turn.

“My very ‘umble ‘pologies, Mister. ‘ow were we to know the young lady was your wife!”

“Enough of that, Elworthy. You’re far too fond of drawing knives on those weaker than you. I bet you were a bully at school. Now, I’m sure you know nothin’ about the fair isle of Sonmel, do you?” asked Snapper. The two villains shook their heads. “Well, let me explain. Sonmel is self-governing with its own independent laws, elections, and representative bodies. More to the immediate point, it has its own separate very strict immigration policy which, I do believe, you two are guilty of breaking, is that not so, Mr. Mee?”

“That is indeed so, DCI Snapper. Sonmel has the death penalty for serious offences but then our laws have been unchanged since medieval times, as we had no need to reform ‘em.”

“I believe the punishment for breaking ‘em is most severe indeed,” added DI Rule. “And that is before taking a knife to a hostage!”

“That it is,” confirmed Nick. Bell was shaking even more. “DCI Snapper, may we take ‘em away to the Dungeon? You have no need of ‘em, back on the mainland, do you? Who would you suggest we place in the Iron Maiden, first?” Bell now looked ready to faint.

“Hmm,” mused Snapper. “Why burden our courts and prisons, at our taxpayers’ expense, with the likes of these two hardened criminals. Do you agree DI Rule?”

“Fully and completely, DCI Snapper. They assaulted quite a few people across Cornwall. Not all of ‘em by any means, law-abiding citizens but nevertheless assault and battery …”

“Agreed,” responded Snapper “Now, Elworthy, here is a hardened criminal with a record longer than his arms but Bell is his younger accomplice and, I’m sure, has been most grievously led astray by Elworthy. My vote, if I had one, that is, would be that ... Bell goes to the Iron Maiden first!”

The younger criminal gasped with shock.

“Well, DCI Snapper, them being from your ‘patch’, I have no doubt that you’re correct,” responded Rule. “But they committed crimes in Cornwall and, now, here. However, neither of us have jurisdiction in Sonmel, do we?”

“Alas, you’re quite correct, DI Rule. If it was up to me, Bell would be treated more leniently.” Bell looked relieved. “But, alas, with no extradition treaty, we have no choice but to hand ‘em over to the most severe punishment at the hands of the … Sonmel executioner!” Bell clean fainted away and had to be grabbed by Rule before he dashed his head on the stone harbour surface.

“My goodness,” exclaimed Rosemary. “A few more feet an’ he would have fallen in the ‘arbour.”

“Food for the sharks,” stated her husband. “But then they’ll eat anything.”

“Or anyone,” added Rory. “They’re not at all fussy, like that!” Even Elworthy was looking nervous now.

“Very true,” smiled Nick. “Saves buryin’ ‘em after. Throw a bucket of water over him, someone.” A young man appeared from the crowd bearing a red-painted bucket emblazoned ‘FIRE’ in white and poured its contents over the prone man. “Thank you, sir. Two volunteers to take the young one to meet the Iron Maiden, please.” Two burly young islanders stepped forward and grabbing Bell under the arms, frogmarched him away, protesting shrilly, as the crowd parted to let them pass. “That should not take long in his condition. You’ll be next, Elworthy, and it will be my great pleasure to accompany you to meet the Maiden, for the first and last time! There's no 'brief' 'ere to help you!”

Elworthy had lost the last of his former bluster and gone very white.

“Well, that looks like our business here is just about over then, Mr. Mee,” announced Snapper with a grin. “Once again, our hearty thanks, gentleman. You saved us a lot of tedious paperwork!”

 “Mr. Snapper, Mr. Rule …” began the London thug in a whining tone.

“DCI Snapper and DI Rule to you, Elworthy.” Turning to his Cornish colleague, Snapper continued, “Would you mind going to the Dungeon to note down if Bell confesses anything of use before …”

“Before his most painful demise, you mean? That would be my great pleasure, sir,” responded Rule, rubbing his hands. “I’m sure, you’re right, he’ll be singing like a canary. It’s almost a pity that it won’t help ‘im avoid a most agonising end ….”

“Someone from the crowd will accompany you to the Dungeon, DI Rule,” announced Nick. Another burly Islander stepped forward and announced, with a bow: “My pleasure, sir. If you would care to follow me, DI Rule. I do hope you’re not, err, squeamish?” the islander politely asked as they left together.

“Not at all, sir. I served in a platoon carrying out patrols and laying ambushes in the Malayan Emergency. For us, it was kill or be killed. Not for the fainthearted that was, son. This will be all in a day’s work.”

“Now, now, gentlemen, let’s not be hasty like. Maybe we could do a deal,” pleaded Elworthy. “I knows fings, important fings about some serious villains!”

“Nothing of any interest to the Sonmel authorities, I’m sure. The matter is out of my hands. You should prepare yourself.”

“Wait! Wait, I’m beggin’ you! If what I tell you is valuable enough, can’t you do a deal with these two gentlemen ‘ere, DCI Snapper, sir?”
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Re: Sonmel
« Reply #664 on: August 25, 2019, 11:13:56 PM »
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    Thanks Chris , now that`s mind kind of justice  :thumbsup:
          regards Derek.

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Re: Sonmel
« Reply #665 on: August 26, 2019, 08:07:10 AM »
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    Thanks Chris , now that`s mind kind of justice  :thumbsup:
          regards Derek.

Thank you, Derek. Things are looking very bad indeed for the two London villains. Snapper and Rule seem to be powerless to help them avoid their gruesome fate.

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Re: Sonmel
« Reply #666 on: August 27, 2019, 08:07:37 PM »
I wonder what Elworthy has to say?
(Chris IP - I’ll hold fire for a bit on the Trepol Bay thread until I know what exactly Elworthy has to say).

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Re: Sonmel
« Reply #667 on: August 27, 2019, 08:32:28 PM »
As soon as Bell and his two escorts, accompanied by DI Rule, had passed through the crowd another well-built islander came forward dressed from head to foot in black from a black pointed hood with large holes for eyes, nose, and mouth to sturdy black leather boots. Whilst the young thug was held, this third man securely fitted a thick black hood over Bell’s head then fastened it loosely around his neck.

“You can still breathe, there are small airholes below your nose and mouth, but you won’t be able to see a thing,” the third islander informed him.

He was then marched on, tugged first one way then another by the two islanders clasping his arms. Some time later, it seemed an eternity, he was warned that they were descending steep steps and his hooded head was bent forward by the third man until they arrived at the bottom. With his arms still gripped by the two men, he heard a heavy door being closed and locked behind him. The third man removed his hood. Bell could now see that he had a dirty brown stained apron over his dull black shirt and trousers and that his boots had brown-stains on his boots. Looking beyond the black-clad man, the bright light from a line of bar electric bulbs hanging from the stone vaulted ceiling revealed a gruesome collection of rusty black instruments of torture. Dark brown stains could be seen on the floor around them.

“Meet the Iron Maiden”, exclaimed the black-clad islander, “I am the Executioner!”

Horror-struck Bell stared at a human-sized iron cylinder with two tall open doors at the front revealing that the interior was covered in spikes. Above the open doors was the moulded iron head and shoulders of a laughing woman. He slumped between the arms of the two men. The third man fetched a rusty bucket of water and poured some over Bell’s head.

“Allow me to explain,” the Executioner began as, gasping, Bell returned to consciousness.

“He has had to study all the medieval documents, especially for you!” interrupted the first islander.

“Yes, especially for you!” the executioner smiled. “The victim is forced inside the Iron Maiden, the doors are firmly closed and … is impaled on the spikes. According to the medieval documents, it is a slow and painful death!”

“Very painful,” added the third islander, also smiling.

“D D D DI Rule, please, save me from these mad men. I’m not a bad guy. I’m …”

“Let me guess,” laughed the executioner, too young to die!”
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Re: Sonmel
« Reply #668 on: August 27, 2019, 08:43:19 PM »
I wonder what Elworthy has to say?
(Chris IP - I’ll hold fire for a bit on the Trepol Bay thread until I know what exactly Elworthy has to say).

Martin

Thanks, Martin, Bell then Elworthy will talk and very soon. So, if you hold off a little bit you'll know what Snapper and Rule learn. Sylvia, Eli and Sofi will be updated by Susan on the train, too with want Snapper knew already, too.

Everyone except Bell and Elworthy will then converge in London, including the elder Poldory brother.
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Re: Sonmel
« Reply #669 on: August 28, 2019, 03:35:08 PM »
“Gentlemen, time to place him inside the Iron Maiden!” cried the Executioner.

“W w w wait,” cried Bell. “I’ll tell you all I know!”

“I have no power on Sonmel, Bell,” replied DI Rule.

Bell began to cry as the two men dragged him towards the open doors.

“Oh my, he’s wet himself,” replied one, in disgust. “Not so brave now are you!”

The Executioner tipped some water down Bell’s trousers. “That’s better,” he stated placing the bucket on the stone floor with a loud clang. Bell was shivering but the two men dragging him were implacable.

Just before Bell reached the open doors of the Maiden, DI Rule sighed and announced, “If you do exactly as we say and the information you give is judged to be the truth and nothing but the truth and valuable enough, I will ask these gentlemen to postpone your punishment until after we have reviewed it.”

“Oh, thank you, sir!” cried Bell with a sob.

“Postponed, mind you, Bell. The final decision will depend on my powers of persuasion with the Sonmel authorities and that depends on the value of your information!”

“Gentlemen, bring up a stool for him to sit on and release him. Keep ‘im cuffed, of course. Right, Bell, first things, first. The Sonmel authorities will need your signed confession that you entered Sonmel illegally, accept full responsibility for the consequences of your illegal entry and will never attempt to do so, again.” DI Rule raised his voice, “Mrs. Mee, if you please.”

A wooden door opened in the dark left-hand corner and Rosemary entered carrying a clipboard with a large pad of paper.

“Mrs. Mee, please, give him the confession of illegal entry to read and sign. Then you two gentlemen sign it as witnesses. Uncuff him then put 'em back as soon as he's signed.”

Bell quickly scanned the typewritten document, wiped his dribbling nose on the back of his right hand then slowly signed his name at the bottom in the place indicated. The two islanders then signed it, the Executioner taking each’s place, in turn, as they did so.

“Good,” pronounced DI Rule. That will satisfy the Sonmel authorities … for now. Gentlemen, please, bring Mrs. Mee a comfortable chair. I’ve a feeling this will be a long confession!”

A chair was produced from the shadows in the far righthand corner. The four men then grouped themselves behind and around Rosemary with DI Rule closest to the broken Bell.

“I suggest you start from the very beginning, Bell, when you first met Elworthy, in London, then what brought you to the West Country. All the details, mind. DCI Snapper and I already know much of the details and any lies or omissions will mean you go straight to the final deadly embrace of the Iron Maiden! The Sonmel authorities are already doing me a great personal favour.”

“No, sir, DI Rule. I mean, yes sir, DI Rule, I’ll tell yew everyfink I knows.”
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Re: Sonmel
« Reply #670 on: August 28, 2019, 10:24:32 PM »
It was not long before Rosemary Mee put down her pencil. Her shorthand notes were complete.

“That’s all you know, Bell?” demanded DI Rule. “You better be very sure that you have told us absolutely everything, no matter how small and unimportant it might seem!”

“Yes, sir, DI Rule. Really and truly everfink.”

“Put the hood back on ‘im and take ‘im away as we agreed, please. You’ll find a change of clothes, food and drink awaiting you, Bell, but you’ll be kept under lock and key, below ground, until the Sonmel authorities decide your fate. But, you’ll miss your final embrace from the Iron Maiden … at least, for now. Take him away, gentlemen!”

After Bell had been led away by the two burly islanders and the cellar door was firmly closed, DI Rule sighed and turning to the Executioner stated, “you can take that hood off now, Mr. Mee.”

“That’s a relief. That fabric itched like hell! A pity he knows so little, eh, Rule.”

“Only to be expected, Mr. Mee. A very small cog in a much larger machine. Thank you very much for your co-operation, both of you and your men. Once again, my apologies for the knife at your throat, Mrs. Mee.”

“Our pleasure, DI Rule,” said her husband. “No-one could have expected that.”

“No, Snapper and I should have. On Sonmel you’re not, thank goodness, used to dealing with such violent villains. So, we deal with Elworthy as already agreed. He should know rather more; a lot more, if I were a betting man, I’d stake a lot on that! And we know how to make him sing! You might enjoy this, Mrs. Mee.”

“Aye, DI Rule. My dear, will you summarise what Bell confessed and then prepare yourself for a similar session with Elworthy after we have had a break for refreshment.”

Rosemary then proceeded to summarise the sad story of Bell’s meeting with Elworthy in the East End of London, after leaving the orphanage and his recruitment as Elworthy’s accomplice in casual violence and many other crimes.

“Thank you, Mrs. Mee. A sordid tale, indeed. Please, type it all up once we’ve finished with Elworthy and we’ll get Bell to sign it. All Bell knows, I’m quite sure, is that Elworthy told him they were to go to Cornwall, find the man we know to be the notorious international confidence trickster, Ivan Fiddler, who they knew was calling himself Sir John Bream; failing that, his female accomplice whose name they did not know but we know to be the young blonde graduate researcher, Allyson Treseder, now safely in the U.S.A.; or his other accomplices, the Poldory brothers and then find Fiddler through them. It seems that Elworthy’s bosses had ‘invested’ in Fiddler’s biggest con and now wanted their return!” Rule laughed. “In short, cons conned! But, failing to find any of them, despite threatening and assaulting numerous members of the Cornish criminal fraternity, they thought to make up for that by stealing with, as we expected, the help of the older Poldory, a railway van load of best malt whisky. That opportunistic crime was, for them, at best, an incomplete success and Elworthy was getting very concerned about ‘facing the music’ back in London when Elworthy’s bosses, who Bell doesn’t know by name but, from the descriptions given – apparently Elworthy had to let them check out Bell, in person, before approving him as Elworthy’s accomplice – I’m sure DCI Snapper will, gave them another assignment on behalf of a London gambling syndicate they were involved in to find the racehorse called the ‘Moor’ belonging to Sir George Widgeon III, but you’re fully aware of that. Bell’s signed confession will enable him to be put away for quite a few years for crimes committed in Cornwall and Elworthy for even more – so my job’s almost done – but my London colleague wants to collar Elworthy’s bosses, as he puts it the ‘organ grinders not the monkeys’! But, he suspects there is yet more to be uncovered and that he has not been told the full story. His boss, Chief Superintendent Charles Leeworthy, he is sure, just like Admiral Tregowan, is holding back for unknown reasons but he is determined to get to the bottom of what is already a very complex vipers’ nest of inter-connected cases! He is a truly great detective and a very driven man. My hat off to him!”

“Yes,” said Mee, wryly, “I believe Snapper’s right from what he’s already told us. There’s far more yet to be uncovered! We had that Admiral over here and he was a very tight-lipped man, indeed, only telling us what, in his opinion, we needed to know and nothing more! We understood the importance of what he said but we certainly did not warm to the man! He ordered us about … I’m sorry, I am not at liberty to tell you more, but Snapper knows about what I cannot tell you!”

“I understand, Mr. Mee. In Cornwall, we have enough criminals of our own to keep us busy without looking any further!”

“You’re a wise man, Rule. Let’s all go to have a nice meal before Elworthy gets here!”

“Agreed. I’ll warn DCI Snapper to keep Elworthy waitin’! Very handy these headseats.”
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Re: Sonmel
« Reply #671 on: August 29, 2019, 08:55:23 AM »
As DI Rule, Nick and Rosemary Mee left what they had called the Dungeon in Bell’s presence, Rule turned to Rosemary and gently asked: “I do hope that you have a strong stomach, Mrs. Mee, for what is to come?”

Rosemary swallowed hard, then looking Rule in the eye, replied: “Yes, I do DI Rule and after what Elworthy did to me I will most assuredly steel myself for what’s to come.”

“I can assure you, DI Rule, that Rosemary will play her part but, for everyone’s peace of mind, you must assure us that DCI Snapper and your good self will remove Tommy Elworthy and Harry Bell from our island as soon as possible,” added her husband. “We have no permanent cells on Sonmel. We have never needed ‘em. As you know, the Sonmel authorities have already waived our rights to try and punish them for their crimes, here.”

“I fully understand, Mr. Mee and appreciate your willingness to make the necessary adaptations. Preparations have been made to place those two in a secure goods van on the very next train ferry departing Sonmel for West Porthsea Quay. As I understand it, the specially modified goods van has already arrived, as arranged by the Wadebridge Yardmaster, according to my instructions.” Nick nodded. “The two prisoners will then be conveyed, under armed guard, to a highly secure, secret location on the mainland prior to their trial. Instructions to this effect have been issued from the highest possible level of the UK authorities. Therefore, DCI Snapper is most insistent that there be no public knowledge at all of Elworthy and Bell until they go on trial. Until then, they must appear to have disappeared off the face of the earth!”

“Very good, DI Rule,” replied Nick Mee. “Whilst we are having a nice meal in the fresh air, after returning from performing their assigned task at the Harbour, my men will make the Dungeon ready for our next visitor! They have the strongest of stomachs, I can assure you!”

“Very good, Mr. Mee. They will need it! Our hearty thanks, again, to all of you. After Elworthy has confessed to DCI Snapper, as assuredly he will, you can return your lovely little town to normal. What we’ve agreed should result in the quickest conclusion.”

“That time cannot come too quickly,” remarked Rosemary. “What truly ghastly men! I wish they had never heard of Sonmel!”

“As will they, Mrs. Mee. As will they. Of that I can assure you.”

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Re: Sonmel
« Reply #672 on: August 29, 2019, 06:51:15 PM »
Their simple but delicious meal over, DI Rule, Nick and Rosemary Mee returned to the building housing the ‘Dungeon’ where a wooden chair, matching side table and a sunshade branded “Headland Ales” had been placed by the side door. A glass bottle of “Castle” mineral water stood in an ice bucket with two tumblers.

“Just try to relax, Rosemary, when you hear the buzzer sound, please, come down ready to take Elworthy’s confession.” She nodded, placing her clip pad and pencils on the table.

Nick kissed his wife and then said to Rule, “Right, Snapper will be here soon with that man escorted by two strong guards. You can then go and keep Rosemary company. The bistro owner will be over with refreshments for you both.”

“Thank you, Mr. Mee, that’s very kind. I’ll do so, if you don’t mind, five people is quite enough down there!”

“Aye. That it is. The sooner this is over, the better!”

DI Rule nodded as Nick unlocked the door and led him down to the chill depths below.

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Re: Sonmel
« Reply #673 on: August 29, 2019, 07:41:29 PM »
At Sonmel Harbour, Elworthy had been standing in the sun unprotected and his pale, unhealthy looking skin was turning from pink to red.

“Oi, Snapper, ‘ow long you goin’ to keep me standin’ in this sun. I got rights you know!”

“DCI Snapper to you, Elsworthy and, as I’ve already informed you, you have NO rights, here. No rights whatsoever. You’re on Sonmel, illegally, and have just threatened with a very large and very sharp knife an innocent young lady from Sonmel who was just being welcoming. The islanders don’t take kindly to that sort of behaviour, do you?”

The crowd responded with angry words and gestures aimed at Elworthy.

“Look, DCI Snapper, I told you we meant no ‘arm. I’m thirsty standing here. I admit I may have treated ‘er a bit rough.”

The crowd growled like angry bears held back only by stout chains.

“Orlright, I’m sorry. I apologises. But tha’s all.”

The crowd growled more.

“Oh, no; that’s not all, Elworthy! I take it you can read?”

“’Corse I can. I goed to primary school.”

“Did you think to read the conditions on the back of your ticket?”

“Nah. A ticket’s a ticket.”

“Wrong! The conditions clearly state, ‘Only valid with a valid entry visa issued by the Sonmel authorities’. Did you have such a visa?”

“Nobody said nuffink about no visa when we bought our tickets! What about some water. I’m dyin’ o’ thirst out here!”

“You’ll soon be dyin’ of something far worse than that, Elworthy! Someone bring the prisoner some water, please. We need to keep him alive for his imminent interrogation!”

A sturdy man, dressed all in black, with very short hair, stepped out of the crowd and picked up a battered watering can standing by one of the magnificent displays of flowers around the statue of Sonmel’s famous mermaid.

“Open your mouth, you!” He commanded and began pouring a stream of water down Elworthy’s brick-red face.

It was tepid, brackish and far from refreshing but was, Elworthy thought, better than nothing. Spluttering, he replied, “Enough! I’ll get you for this!”

“Thank you, MacPherson”, said Snapper.

Then, in the distance, they could hear the slow, melancholy strains of Chopin's ‘Funeral March’, the third movement in his Sonata No. 2 in B-flat Minor, Snapper recalled, as a military band, all clad in dull black uniforms with plain grey insignia, neared the harbour. Behind the band, in perfect step, marched two similarly uniformed men carrying a stretcher with a long dark bundle on it.

“Wha’s this then?” exclaimed Elworthy.

“Bow your head, Elworthy!” shouted MacPherson.

“It’s no-one I know!”

“Oh, but it is, Elworthy, it is!” replied Snapper. “Or, I should say, was!”

The band, still playing, turned and marched slowly past Elworthy and Snapper. As the stretcher party passed, Elworthy saw, to his growing horror, that the stretcher carried an old tarpaulin stained with bright red patches wrapped around something solid, something that looked remarkably like … a body!”

CONTINUED on Cant Cove thread. My thanks to Keith for his patience.
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Re: Sonmel
« Reply #674 on: August 29, 2019, 08:25:35 PM »
Have Rule and Snapper somehow been transfigured?
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