ReginaldChapter 19
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“I am of the same opinion,” said Reg. “Our conclusion was that a person, who we have tentatively identified as a relative of the owner, fired a Very pistol or similar flare pistol into the basement through the coal shute, and started the blaze. We have worked out that the physics of the flare cartridge’s trajectory would mean that it would bounce around inside the basement until it lost momentum and burnt out on the floor. The arsonist probably went in to clear the floor so that he could remove any signs of the burnt-out flare. Our technical opinion is that the flare would have left traces on the walls where it hit them, so that a fire investigator with sensitive equipment and a knowledge of what residues the flare would leave, should be able to discover the proof you need. Has the investigator done that yet?”
“I think he is doing that this morning. I showed him your report and he was impressed, particularly with the chemistry you postulated might be involved. He told me he knows what to do now, and is keen to test the walls. As the residue will be coated with soot from the fire, it becomes more difficult to discover small quantities unless you know exactly what you are looking for, but he now does.”
“Excellent. When do you expect him to report back to you?”
“Some time this afternoon, all being well. Is there any way we can take this arsonist to court? You said you identified him.”
“We already knew of the man’s previous activities. When we found that he was a relative of the owner, we asked the police if there had been a search of his possessions. There was, and that included a flare gun, which had no business being with him, so that turned our minds as to how a flare gun could be used without harming the arsonist or lighting up the night. Firing it into the opened coal shute was the answer. The owner had to have unbolted and opened the hatch from the inside to allow the flare to be fired in, so that makes him culpable. Showing that the relative with the flare gun was there at the time and did the dastardly deed is well nigh impossible to prove in court, so he will get away with that one, I am afraid.”
“Fascinating. I will not ask you how you got the police to admit the relative had a flare gun, as long as you can prove it should that fact be deemed essential.”
“Oh, it is a provable fact, I assure you. We have a reputation to uphold, so we do not state something unless we can prove it to be true. That is why we get referrals from satisfied clients.”
“Thank you then, Mr Robertson. Looking at your company name, do you actually offer to recover items thought to be stolen?”
Reg hesitated before replying. “I shall be honest with you. The Board has considered taking on such tasks, without making a final decision, but so far we have not been asked to accomplish a recovery such as you describe. Mostly we look into companies and organisation who have unexpected financial losses, and find the answer. As with other clients, we will not take on a task unless we judge it to be possible, as our basic fee is £50,000, and we do not take money for doing nothing. The Board feels strongly about that point, which is why they have been reticent about cases such as you postulate.”
“I shall pass that information along to our investigations team, in case they may have an interest in obtaining your services for particularly questionable major claims which are awkward to dispute with the claimant.”
Reg told him, “I am most grateful for that, sir. As soon as we can confirm payment for our current efforts, we will be in the market for new work from your company at a suitable date.”
“Thank you, Mr Robertson. Stay in touch. Goodbye.”
Reg relaxed as he closed his phone. He didn’t even feel nauseous or headachy so far. That was encouraging.
Half an hour later, Maryam was back with a printout of her set of principles. That surprised Reg.
“Maryam, that was very quick. I expected it would take you much longer to think it over and write it out, then type it into the computer.”
“I didn’t do that, Reg. I am not good with computers, so I asked Sidra for help. I dictated what I wanted to say, and got her to type it into her word processing program. We went over it for typos and other amendments. I added a little more, then we printed it out.”
She handed the printout to Reg, and he started perusing it, using the speed-reading facility that he had learned. Finishing this first read-through, he marvelled at how well she had done, and started re-reading to get a deeper understanding of her words. This was done at a slower pace, but there were only a couple of pages of text, so it did not take long.
“This is good, Maryam. There is nothing I would actively disagree with here, though I would like to see certain aspects nuanced slightly. I don’t think you need my input after all. Go ahead and use it with all four girls, to get their reactions. It should be interesting to hear what they have to say.”
Later in the day, he got a call from Sergeant Phillips.
“Reg, just a quick call to apprise you of the activities of a certain husband who shall be nameless but whose wife recently fled the marital home. You get me?”
“I do.”
“He has got his lawyer digging into all sorts of places where his wife might be hiding. At times, the lawyer appears to be overstepping the bounds of what he can legally do, and we suspect he is being bribed to act beyond his official duties. The police in some forces have been receiving complaints about these activities, and with us having jurisdiction in the man’s home turf, the stories have come back to us, and thereafter to me, to do something about it.
A little bird has advised me that one of your ladies has an ‘in’ with a top legal man in London. Is that true?”
“It is true, Terence. Is there some action you would like to see?”
“If this lawyer is breaching his professional standards, someone should have him investigated. Would you agree that such action is warranted?”
“That sounds as if some action ought to be taken, Terence. Care to leave that thought with me, along with the lawyer’s name?”
Terence passed on that information, adding, “I always know that you will do the right thing, Reg. Farewell for now.”
Reg thought about this matter for a little while, then went back to his textbook about early man. The statements that he was reading, about the transition from hunter-gatherers to farmers seemed more a matter of modern academic assumptions rather than proper examination of evidence. The book assumed that some hunter-gatherers gradually switched to a static way of life in an area of high levels of nearby game, fruits and berries, or even fish, and later such settled people took up farming to produce high levels of food for expansion.
It was a straight-forward assumption, and on the face of it was a valid assumption, but Reg was also aware of the propensity of humans to want to take control and dictate to other humans how they should live.
It was that darker view that Reg was considering in relation to such a move from one lifestyle to another. There were certain facts that disturbed him. One was that while farming gave a higher yield of food, it required a high expenditure of energy and toil to achieve such results. The other factor was the discovery that contrary to expectations, the hunter-gatherer lifestyle provided a higher calorific food value than farming, and a more varied diet than farming could offer.
Basically, moving to a static encampment was a retrograde step for most hunter-gatherers, so why should they make such a move? If farming was already established, there might be an argument, but the book presupposed a permanent encampment long before farming started.
There might be other advantages to a settled lifestyle, such as not having to carry everything from one site to another and not having to leave your sick, elderly and younger children back at the old camp while you transition to the new one. These were only temporary setbacks, so initially there was no other incentive towards a settled lifestyle.
Reg’s darker vision saw the static encampment as a place where the less desirable members of your tribe could be constrained with little effort. The young teen boys could be given the responsibility of perimeter defence against marauding animals and humans. Beyond the permanent encampment there could be an elite warrior lurking out of sight, and occasionally within sight, so that forced residents would not risk going far beyond the encampment.
If you have what is in effect a captive group, they can be set to producing stuff for the elite hunters – weapons, clothes and equipment; pottery and other cooking essentials, and a reliable source of stored food at any time it was required.
In addition, if the tribe encountered another tribe and ended up with male captives, these could be put to work at the permanent encampment, threatened with death if they were found attempting to escape. It would not take many older men with weapons to keep an eye on them.
Female captives taken on raids could be added to the camp and be put to work sewing clothes, cooking food, and producing more children for the tribe. It all did its part to ensure the future of the tribe, which was what mattered.
That perverse scenario had just as much validity as that proposed by the textbook with its assumption of non-violent interaction all the time; a general condition of amity. Pacifism was not what Reg envisaged, based on his reading of human history throughout the world.
Hunting and foraging areas had potential flashpoints on meeting other tribes, based on thousands of years of human experience, in Reg’s mind-picture. It may smack of concentration camps of the 19th and 20th centuries, but its intentions were ultimately benign. The tribe was merely structuring its activities towards long-term survival. Farming and construction were by-products of that social reorganisation; things they could make happen because of that static camp.
For a while, hunter-gathering from the locality would support the inhabitants, but there would be an eventual need for a year-round food supply. Grains offered that option, as they stored well in pots or lined pits in the ground. Instead of gathering the grain from the wild countryside, you ‘persuaded’ it to grow in and around your camp, and this started the farming process. They would have already noted that gourds and nuts would keep well and remain edible for a long time. Certain nutritious green-leaved vegetables would continue to grow as long as grazing animals were kept away, and that would supply another plant element for the human food range.
The drawback of an entirely agricultural style of life was the arrival of scurvy and rickets because of solely grain-based food sources, and body damage arising from repetitive labour.
The essential element of this new society was the initial establishment of a year-round camp, and that new institution would early on be supplied by the hunter-gatherers who ultimately controlled what happened at the encampment. Once the two lifestyles failed to link together, health of the settled group began to suffer. Those who retained the hunter-gatherer lifestyle were unaffected, and could move on if the game moved on. The settled group had to forage near the camp for meat, until they domesticated meat animals like sheep and goats.
Over lunch, Hermione reported on the business enquiries they had received. Most were not suited to the company, so Reg authorised the “Sorry, but unfortunately...” replies to be sent. The other quieries looked more interesting, so he asked Hermione to seek additional information before the company could commit itself one way or the other.
The idea of a bank asking them to investigate a failing company was unexpected. Presumably the bank suspected chicanery of some kind, and wanted to see if they could recover the cash they had loaned the firm. That could be complicated, as it would mean assessing the market for the company’s products, and estimate why the company was failing: pricing too high, bad customer service, or criminal activity of some kind.
Reg told Hermione, “For that one, ask for an overview of the failing company and the bank’s own view of the market for their products.”
Hermione made a careful note of this instruction, as she guessed it might be a proposal worth a punt by R.E.G.
At last, the girls arrived from university, and clattered into the house, a few calling for tea or coffee, declaring themselves parched. Others headed instead for their husband, to kiss him as evidence of their continuing love. The thirsty ones had no less love, but wanted their drinks before they greeted their man. Maryam was in the corridor and was almost run over by the five girls who simply greeted her, “Hi, Maryam!” before charging on.
Reg accepted the kisses and asked, “No-one has morning sickness now?”
Frances reported, “No, we are all fine for now. There is no guarantee it won’t return, but it is normally only during the first month or two of pregnancy. Did you not read up on this, Reg?”
“I did, but it was made clear in the advice that there is no such thing as a ‘normal’ pregnancy. They are all different.”
Frances revealed, “Talking of which, the midwife is due again tomorrow morning, before we leave for our classes. Will you hang around while she is checking us over? You have avoided your responsibilities recently, and I want you there tomorrow, so she manages to recognise what you look like!”
Reg knew the reply he had to give: “Yes, dear.”
“Right. Now, how are things with Maryam and her daughters, and is Jessica improving?”
“I got her to write down a set of principles of general religious and moral behaviour that children should learn and abide by. She did so, and I approved it, so she has taken it to the four girls for discussion. I have not heard back on that. Perhaps you could find out, Frances?”
“That is unusual. I must get on to that immediately, for I want to see what she has come up with. What did Jessica say?”
“Oops! I forgot to speak to Jessica about it. Would you take Maryam to her bedroom and talk it over together?”
“Reginald Robertson! It is you who ought to have done that, but I can see how embarrassing it would be for you at this stage, so I will give Jessica your abject apologies, and let you off the hook.”
“Thank you, my love. Blame it on my emotional shock symptoms, though I have to tell you I felt much improved today.”
“You have? Excellent; long may it continue, though don’t jump back to full-time study just yet. This may be a temporary respite. I want to see you properly back to normal, Reg.” She ran her hand lovingly round his cheek, showing that she had his best interests at heart.
“I will go see Jessica right away.”
Once she had gone, Reg only had time to lift his book and find his place before several other wives barged in to question him about his health. He patiently answered their queries, and they left to attend to essays, etc. allocated by their professors.
When Freda arrived to check his condition, he was reminded of his legal question.
“Freda my love, do you think it is possible to badger your father again, or am I being a bit of a nuisance to him?”
“Reg darling, it depends on what you are asking. If it is important, I will add my bit of pressure, and Daddy will act for us.”
“It is Maryam’s husband that she is escaping from. My spies tell me that he has his lawyer badgering organisations up and down the country, trying to locate Maryam. The vibes I am getting is that the lawyer is overstepping the bounds of his authority as a lawyer, and that perhaps an investigation into his activities by the Law Society might be in order. I have been given his name – John Jepson, so he should be readily identifiable. Do you think your father could instigate an inquiry into the man’s practices, on the basis of a public complaint?”
“That sounds perfectly reasonable. Have you got specifics that can be pointed to?”
“Not without revealing that my informant is a policeman, and I don’t want to let that be known. I have no evidence of my own; only what information has been passed to me. Can we arrange for the name to be given to your father as an anonymous complaint and tip-off?”
“I think that is do-able. I can tell Daddy that he will be getting an anonymous tip-off that a lawyer is exceeding his remit and should be checked out smartish; than I’ll get one of the girls to phone in the anonymous information on the name. I’ll give Daddy’s business phone number to Jemima, and she can be the anonymous informant. This could be fun!”
Reg cautioned her, “As long as he doesn’t get attacked afterwards, like last time, Freda. I respect your father and would not like him to be hurt because of us.”
“I know, my darling. You worry about everyone, even though you don’t need to. Most of us can take care of ourselves, except in an emergency; and you will either be there to help, or you won’t, and that will not make a blind bit of difference to the situation. As the Americans like to say, ‘Shit happens!’, so live with it, my dear.”
“Freda, you are going to be a great lawyer, for you can explain your point very succinctly. Thanks, now go see about your father, love.”
Finally getting back to his textbook, Reg settled down again. Reading about the poor health of early urban dwellers of ten thousand years ago, Reg wondered at this data from old bones. It implied that the settled population was dependent on a grain-based food supply. What could have happened to the link with the hunter-gatherers, who should be supplying wild game, fish, honey, fruit and nuts and so on, to supplement the farm-raised foods? One would expect there to be trading between the two social groups: grain for game, etc., just like two countries would trade to the benefit of both.
It was if the two cultures had turned to segregation instead of cooperation. Otherwise, why would there not be a plentiful supply of food from the surrounding countryside to supplement the staple grain products? Was the supply limited, and reserved for the elite in the village? Was the population outgrowing the food supply from the countryside? Were the poorer section of the village society being deprived of good food for economic reasons or being socially ostracised?
“Thanks for the invite, but your mother expects me home tonight, so I must refuse. In fact, I’d better be off, so that I am not too late in getting home. My best wishes to all of you. Let me know if you need anything, Frances.” “I will, Dad. Give my love to Mum.” A few minutes later, Mr LeBrun was back in his car and driving away. They all returned to the living room, where they reviewed the visit. Prudence was delighted with Mr LeBrun. “Your Dad is a really likeable guy, Frances.” “I...
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I was back at Ida's, with a fifty-page paper about the life and times of Ms. Fyynn, Amy said she wasn't going to do it for me, but she was/is an angel, with all kinds of powers she hardly uses on a daily basis, so she was happy to help me. Amy was hornier than I was. Later in my life, I net many different guardian angels, female and male. All of them wanted to have sex with me, I have to add here that fucking beings who are immortal is-really great. They live forever, so they don't have any...
Your name is John and you are one of the most ruthless and competitive gangsters in Miami. The main business you deal in is drug trafficking and it’s netted you millions. You have several homes all around the globe but your favorite spot is is your South Beach penthouse, with ample views of the beach. You are out on the first of your five daily jogs, each accumulating to roughly five miles. You keep yourself in perfect shape, mentally and physically. You have a muscular, tanned body, complete...
BDSMPehle part 1,2,3,4,5 ko padhe. Usse aapko sequence or samajhne mein asani hogi. Nahito kuch samajh nahi ayega. Aur aap bhatak jayenge. Disclaimer: Isme kuch darawne scenes hai, jiska reality se koi lena dena nahi. Bas kahani mein horror create karne ke liye iise dala gaya hai. Continuation of Story– Main: Tum bohut sundar ho. Maa: tumse jada nahi! Kehke mujhe apne baho mein daboch liya. Waise hi hum dono kuch der tak lete rahe. Fir jab aankh khula mera tab shayad raatke 12.30 baj rahe the....
"Larry. I'm sorry, I just don't understand." "Angie, It's really simple. I am moving out. By the time you get home from work tomorrow I will have my things." "But where are you going?" I asked it, even though I wasn't sure I wanted to know. "You can reach me through my mother," the voice of my soon to be estranged husband came through my cell phone... The phone went dead before I could understand exactly what it all meant. I fought to maintain control of my emotions. I had to...
when i got off the floor i went into the living area and got the bottle of jack daniels and drank the whole bottle i got to my feet and went into are/my bedroom and got dressed i got my keys and walked to my parents house when i got there i knocked on the door and my dad answered he looked at me and said "why are you knocking leonardo" i just looked at my dad and said "hes left me o my god hes left me" crying again my dad cuddled me and kept saying "its okay son your be okay" my dad...
by Memory's Grace 1. Air Conditioner "Unh." "Unh." "Hunh... unh!" Again. One more time. Again. One more time. Again. "Yeah... yeah, you like that." "Unh." Again. "Unh." One more time. "Unh." She takes another swing. "Unh." It's not really that I like "Unh." being fucked up the ass. Not really. "Unh." Again. "Unh." One more time. "Unh." It's just that that's all we do. "Yeah, lemme show you some more love. Yeah." "Unh." You see, she...
Sarah and I had been working our butts off, and we decided on a vacation. We thought of getting away from the usual hubbub of our lives. We devoured every pamphlet of every resort in the Caribbean and were about to give up when we found the one brochure that sounded close to what we wanted.Lonely Shores advertised good food, a private beach, a relaxed atmosphere, and no children. They promoted older couples from the 30 to 60 age range. We were on the young end of that range, but it sounded just...
SeductionRoxy Sky is a curious teen who has just finished watching 50 Shades of Grey for the very first time and she’s keen to put what she’s seen into practice! Enjoy the show on www.private.com in Private Specials, Adorable Teens 4 as Roxy puts on her blindfold and collar and goes on to enjoy one of her most memorable scenes yet. Submissive, obedient and having the time of her life, watch Roxy in all her glory as she takes two cocks in some incredible DP action that has her shaking and screaming all...
xmoviesforyouThis past weekend saw the realization of two of my fantasies at the same time. Both were with a young lady who calls herself Fonda, and Fonda is a member of a group who affectionately call themselves "animal-lovers". Not the basic Humane Society variety of animal lover, not the devoted owner variety of animal lover, Fonda was truly an animal lover! We had talked several times about her "adventures" and fantasies, each time getting to know one-another better. Several weeks ago, Fonda...
My wife and I have been married now for thirty one wonderful years. My story will take us back thirty of those years, to the first year of our marriage. Debbie, my wife, is a beautiful, blue eyed blond, who stands five feet, nine inches tall in her bare feet. She had a very modest upbringing which, I suppose, contributed to her very modest personality. Her parents were very traditional, conservative people, who wanted the very best for their little girl. Then I entered her life and serenity...
One year passed since I have moved to Mumbai so called the City of dreams. I was starting to realize people here forget to dream in their busy schedule of every day. I was living a usual life but till I got a promotion and decided to change my apartment. After getting a hike in my salary I changed my apartment and moved into a lovely society. My flat was in 4th floor and it had a nice view. It was mid September and was having a sleepless night. I was struggling for sleep that night but didn’t...
100% fiction! my sister Hannah was at home ill this week, her college was informed about it and she would be at home until she was well enough to drive back to Manchester and back to college. Hannah was 20 and I was 18, and unlike her I still lived with mum in Southampton. She was a mummy's girl and was forever being spoiled by mum even 300 miles away. mum would be forever sending money up to her, clothes, and anything else she would ask for. I walked in to the living room to see Hannah in her...
IncestAlice didn't call out to notify her husband that she was leaving, it had been mentioned the evening before and his reply was only a grunt so she expected the same response today if she called out; therefore she didn't just picked up her bag and left. She had arranged to meet her girlfriend in the city, they were thinking of going to a movie, although that hadn't been a definite arrangement. "We will take it as it comes", her friend had told her over the phone. "If it is a nice day, we...
Sofi Ryan, born Hailey Hampshire, was born in Seattle, Washington, on December 9th, 1992. After graduating high school, Sophie wasn't feeling like going to college. Instead, she wanted to hit the workforce but not as some dull retail employee. She already knew how much men loved staring at her, so why not turn those stares into dollar signs?The Burning Bush CafeSofi became a cam girl and softcore erotic model for several publications, including the world-famous Playboy Magazine. As her modeling...
Twitter Porn AccountsThey were in their second day in Vegas. Yesterday and last night they had taken in the sights and had visited the Ghost Room. Mickey had been fascinated with the fifty-first floor bar and the attitude of the clientele. They had walked the Strip and viewed all the lights, volcano and had the boat tour at the Luxor. Mickey sighed and stretched; she knew they had made it back to their room before sunrise but she could not give a time. Mickey felt someone pushing open her legs. She was...
I take a deep sigh as I step out of the small clinic, my face tingling from the lasers that had swept their way over it mere minutes earlier. Despite my face being make-up free- and covered with a very patchy 5 o'clock shadow- no one gives me a second look as I head down to the tube train that ferries me to my next destination. Well, that's not strictly true, people ARE giving me a second look, but not because of the hair on my face, but because of the pink tights covering my...
Introduction: Miles wins the lottery and decides to make his dream a reality! (This is my first story please be nice ???? I encourage you to criticize though) this series is absolutely fake as far as I know its all my imagination. Read the first chapter before this one thanks for reading I slept peacefully that night and woke early in the morning. I got dressed ate some food went to the bathroom brushed my teeth before finally deciding I was ready and padding to the basement door watching it...
Security officer Giovanni Francesco brings suspected thief Catalina Ossa into the backroom for some questioning. After searching her purse, Officer Francesco finds some stolen pearls and leaves the room to talk to his superiors. Catalina takes this opportunity to put up a hidden camera with the hopes of getting evidence of Officer Francesco mistreating her. Once Catalina is naked from the strip search, she reveals that she has it all on footage and she’s going to expose him to the authorities....
xmoviesforyouI shifted gears in the pickup truck. Ground the gears would be more accurate. Although I'd been driving for over a year, shifting still befuddled me. It was a foot/hand coordination thing I couldn't seem to get right. The truck was ten years old, and Dad considered it a member of the family and refused to trade it in on a new model. As far as I was concerned, it was the black sheep of the family. Our one-year-old Honda Accord had an automatic transmission and other bells and whistles that...
Mildred, not knowing that the jig was up, made sure to “catch” them in the morning. She had a sharp tongue, much sharper than Bobby would have imagined, and her dire threats might have worked wonders, had he been any other boy. Monica finally stopped the woman’s tirade. “Stop, Millie!” she shouted. “He knows what we we’re doing.” Mildred stopped abruptly. “What does he know? And who said you could call me Millie?” “He knows why I’m here. He knows my non-existent parents aren’t gone. He...
Goin’ home. Goin’ home. I’m a-goin’ home. Quiet-like some still day, I’m just goin’ home. It’s not far, just close by, through an open door. Work all done, cares laid by, goin’ to roam no more; Mother’s there ‘xpecting me, father’s waiting, too, Lots of folks gathered there, all the friends I knew. Morning star lights the way, restless dream all done. Shadows gone, break of day, real life just begun. There’s no break, there’s no end, just a-living on; Wide awake, with a smile, going on and...
Hello everyone. It’s my time to contribute to ISS users and givers. My name is Krunal (of course fake name) my email id is I am from Gujarat. I had studied in very reputed college. I am 27 years old with average height, body and reasonably good looks. The incident which I am going to narrate is 3 years back when I was in college. During my graduation days I had an affair with a girl Tina (name changed). She had average looks but great figure, nice height and sweet nature. For me she was the...
The aged door of the mansion creaked on its rusty hinges as Vera pushed it open, thunder cracking and lighting up the clouded sky as rain poured overhead. It spattered audibly on the cracked flagstones that made up the pathway leading to the entrance of the long abandoned building, through disheveled plants and out of control weeds that choked the once elegant grounds. This structure had been vacant for decades, the proud and elaborate stonework falling into disrepair as the elements and the...
“Another drink, Moriah?” I asked with a hint of laughter. She just smiled and raised her eyebrows, holding her glass up in expectation. I got up from the leather Harley-Davidson bar stool I was sitting on and made my way to the kitchen. I felt a smirk slide across my face as an idea came to mind. I began expertly pouring in vodka, coconut rum, apple juice and orange juice to make Ambrosian Mist- a concoction Moriah had come up with long ago, which now happens to be her favorite drink. I...