written by symatt , March 21
The train came to a shuddering halt at Pennsylvania station in New York in a rush of steam and noise.
Glancing through the cab windows, police stood in line on the platform facing away, keeping the huge crowds of people away from the train.
An emergency wire must have been sent ahead.Harold peeked out of his cab door to look as to where the raised voices were coming from.”Please, No, remain in your cab until the police have spoken to you” Came a male voice with some authority to it.
As Harold backed up to retake his seat, he caught a glimpse of Justin on the platform in handcuffs with an officer holding his rifle and anger on his face as he shouted and waved a finger at Justin.
“Oh no, Thats not on.”
Reaching for his coat and carry on case, headed for the platform.
written by symatt , March 23
(placed comment on behalf of Magpie)The man blocking his path smiled apologetically and turned side on to let Harold pass.
“Sorry,” he grinned, his cultured English accent clearly marking him out from the crowd.
“Forgive me… do I know you?” Harold asked tentatively, almost certain they’d met before, or at that he’d seen the man’s picture somewhere.
“It’s possible,” the man acknowledged, his smile growing under his well groomed moustache. “Lord Howard McIntyre. Would you perchance be Professor Trimble?”
The two men shook hands hurriedly, an awkward act in the confines of the carriage.
“Am I to presume your presence in New York is a coincidence?” Howard inquired.
“Very likely not,” the professor conceded. “Listen, please don’t consider me rude, but I need to hurry. My companion’s just been arrested.”
Quickly handing Howard a business card, Harold dashed away to find Justin. Howard watched him go before glancing at the card and turning to the young woman so far hidden from view.
“That,” he told her, “was Professor Harold Trimble.”
She took the card from him and read the details.
“That was a fortuitous turn of events,” she answered. “We only came up this end of the train to see what all that fuss was about.”
“Life’s full of fortuitous turns of event, Miss Buckingham,” Howard said, his eyes twinkling. “And some not-so-fortuitous, too. Shall we go?”
written by Aja , March 25
Harold bustled his way on to the platform.”Hey! Hang on a moment!” he shouted in the direction of the policeman remonstrating with Justin.He saw Justin turn and look at him. Justin looked calm and smiled at the Professor. “It’s ok Professor. A small understanding. I’m just explaining to the officer here that I was only trying to protect the passengers. I’m sure we’ll be able to go about our business.”
The Professor strode up to the Police Officer and politely but firmly began explaining the events on the train, ensuring that he highlighted Justin’s part at every opportunity.
Finishing with a flourish, Harold stopped speaking and he and Justin looked questioningly at the Police Officer.
written by symatt , March 29
(placed coment on behalf of Magpie)The stocky negro met them on the platform.
“How ya doin’, yer lordship?” he doffed his cap and grinned at Howard.
“Very well, thank you, Mr Bailey,” Howard answered, slightly distracted by the events further up the platform. Professor Trimble appeared to be in the throes of a drama as he tried to convince the police officer of his case.
“And how are you, doin’, Miss Kate?” Bailey asked of the Englishman’s companion.
“Fine, thank you, Jeff. And you?”
“Oh, you know me, Miss Kate. I’m just dandy.”
Jefferson Bailey had never been able to reproduce the English accent the pair spoke with. This never stopped him trying, and Kate was constantly amused by it.
“Where’s his lordship wantin’ to go?” Jeff asked of her, noting it was pointless asking his employer.
“The office, please, Jeff,” she answered. “I think he’s had another of his brilliant ideas. He’s got it in his head he wants to sponsor some archaeological exhibition or something.”
“Yes, I have,” Howard mumbled, as if she’d been addressing him. he managed to tear his attention away from the scene before him and smiled at Jeff.
“Atlantic Autos, Mr Bailey, best speed!”
“Your chariot awaits, sir,” he said, in his worst English accent.
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