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(just before tonight's next session, the writeup is a bit shorter than usual as things were a bit disjointed)
In which the party arrive in London, get settled into the Club and follow various leads
As we were driving towards London, we noticed a truck following us. It must have had a fiendish driver because despite all the tricks Dunbar tried to shake it, it would keep up with us. I think I will need to write a stern letter to the Rolls Royce company that one of their finest cars was quite unable to leave a simple truck behind...
Anyway, eventually an opportunity presented itself. Just at a turnoff to Bristol there was a petrol station where we managed to distract and finally escape the truck as they needed to fill up and we didn't.
We made it into London without any further vehicles following us, checked into my flat and then trundled over to The Old Bore's Club to pass on the letters of recommendation so our new friends could join. The idea was to make the club our temporary meeting and hiding place. There was good security so the place was ideal to leave the box in my gun cabinet before we would move it to a bank vault the following day.
While waiting for the others to arrive, I spent some time catching up with friends at the Club and hearing the latest gossip.
Thomas, Alex and Jim hadn't been followed but Jeremy and Robert had. Curiously, they managed to shake their tail at the same place we did, the petrol station.
In the evening, the new members were introduced to the club's members during a rather merry restaurant visit in Soho. Nobody had any objections, so they all are now members.
During the next few days we chased up various leads via our personal contacts. Professor Carter wasn't able to find out more about the ominous book that could possibly tell us more about the script in which the shipping manifest and other inscriptions were written as the university in Paris where it's kept was unwilling to lend it so he needs to travel to Paris to find the book. Maybe I'll join him, I haven't been to Paris in quite some time.
The scientists at London University who I sent the filings to seemed rather helpless when Dunbar and I visited. The had conducted various tests and found that the metal was complete inert. It didn't even react to acids or bases. They also found a rather curious property involving electricity: When an electric current was applied, the filing would amplify it by 25% while itself remaining completely unchanged. The pod (that had been filled with the refreshing honey-like liquid) was still a mystery but seemed to be of maritime origin. I left the third and final pod at the laboratory for further studies.
Via John Richardson, an old friend who's a member of the Athenæum Club, I managed to get in touch with the "mad inventor" Matthews (recommended by William before we left the Isle of Wight) who might be able to help us finding out what the ball is all about. This Matthews had been involved in all kinds of experiments, had invented the "aerophone" for communication between aeroplanes and the ground and other both remarkable and curious things. His latest effort is what he calls the "Death Ray", apparently an electric device that can disable machinery from a distance. There is to be a demonstration for the press on the 20th and we managed to get an invitation.
(just before tonight's next session, the writeup is a bit shorter than usual as things were a bit disjointed)
In which the party arrive in London, get settled into the Club and follow various leads
As we were driving towards London, we noticed a truck following us. It must have had a fiendish driver because despite all the tricks Dunbar tried to shake it, it would keep up with us. I think I will need to write a stern letter to the Rolls Royce company that one of their finest cars was quite unable to leave a simple truck behind...
Anyway, eventually an opportunity presented itself. Just at a turnoff to Bristol there was a petrol station where we managed to distract and finally escape the truck as they needed to fill up and we didn't.
We made it into London without any further vehicles following us, checked into my flat and then trundled over to The Old Bore's Club to pass on the letters of recommendation so our new friends could join. The idea was to make the club our temporary meeting and hiding place. There was good security so the place was ideal to leave the box in my gun cabinet before we would move it to a bank vault the following day.
While waiting for the others to arrive, I spent some time catching up with friends at the Club and hearing the latest gossip.
Thomas, Alex and Jim hadn't been followed but Jeremy and Robert had. Curiously, they managed to shake their tail at the same place we did, the petrol station.
In the evening, the new members were introduced to the club's members during a rather merry restaurant visit in Soho. Nobody had any objections, so they all are now members.
During the next few days we chased up various leads via our personal contacts. Professor Carter wasn't able to find out more about the ominous book that could possibly tell us more about the script in which the shipping manifest and other inscriptions were written as the university in Paris where it's kept was unwilling to lend it so he needs to travel to Paris to find the book. Maybe I'll join him, I haven't been to Paris in quite some time.
The scientists at London University who I sent the filings to seemed rather helpless when Dunbar and I visited. The had conducted various tests and found that the metal was complete inert. It didn't even react to acids or bases. They also found a rather curious property involving electricity: When an electric current was applied, the filing would amplify it by 25% while itself remaining completely unchanged. The pod (that had been filled with the refreshing honey-like liquid) was still a mystery but seemed to be of maritime origin. I left the third and final pod at the laboratory for further studies.
Via John Richardson, an old friend who's a member of the Athenæum Club, I managed to get in touch with the "mad inventor" Matthews (recommended by William before we left the Isle of Wight) who might be able to help us finding out what the ball is all about. This Matthews had been involved in all kinds of experiments, had invented the "aerophone" for communication between aeroplanes and the ground and other both remarkable and curious things. His latest effort is what he calls the "Death Ray", apparently an electric device that can disable machinery from a distance. There is to be a demonstration for the press on the 20th and we managed to get an invitation.
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Date: 17/6/08 11:55 am (UTC)Hehe, it's hardly his place to be disruptive. ;oP