(From the diary of Mr. Salmalin)
19 July, 1870
Began preparations for breakfast with David, Stuart, George, and the local staff without incident. Though Collette, one of the chef's assistants, was said that the "poor little puppy" was not lingering around the door. Owen acted even more endearly than usual, in an attempt to make up for it.
As members of the League began gathering for breakfast, they choose from the collection of newspapers Sir Cosmo has had delivered. Several Saturday and Sunday editions from London, one of the local dailies, and a pair of Sunday papers from Paris. The League found many items of concern in their reading.
Most distressing, by far, were the articles from London. The Times' headline was most stark, "Brixton Horror" in enormous type, above a photograph of the Earl of Greyminster and the Earl of Shaftsbury in charge of a dozen constables leading a woman out of a house in irons. According to the article the woman has made a living for a number of years by taking money from young, unmarried mothers in exchange for caring for their children. Except that she does not care for the children, she poisons them slowly (the mothers are charged a weekly fee) so as to extract maximum money from the mothers with minimal effort. She would then charge a particularly high fee for a funeral and 'Christian burial' and, instead, burned the bodies in the basement furnace. The newspaper asserts that the remains of over one hundred murdered children had found in the basement, thus far.
At least now we know why Lord Greyminster thought the inquiries of Lord Shaftsbury's committee were so important.
This news was so upsetting that Miss Whitnell was compelled to compose both a telegram and a personal letter to Lady Ottoline. Miss Bertilde was so worked up that she actually interrupted Miss Whitnell to request that she include some specific inquiries in the letter.
A courier arrived from the Consulate. The weapons and ammunition were removed from the glassworks before the local police were able to find them. Neither Sir Cosmo nor Insp. MacGregor seemed completely surprised, though definitely disappointed. The others were a bit stronger in their feelings.
It was decided to follow several avenues of interest in teams. There was slightly less discussion than usual about how the teams should be sorted out. Sir Cosmo, Miss Chigwidgeon, Mr. Cuthbert, and Mrs. Cuthbert had discussed this the evening before (although Mr. Cuthbert and Mrs. Cuthbert slept through much of the discussion).
Mr. Ramsay was sent to the St. Jerome Chapterhouse to research the Comte D'Erlette and consult on spells to imprison Schmidt. Dr. Wilson, the Marquis, and Mr. O'Flaherty were to remain at the villa designing several special explosives to use as weapons agains Schmidt and his kind. The Cuthberts, Miss Sinclair, Mr. Frazer, and Turgenov were sent to the glassworks to look for clues as to who removed the weapons. Sir Cosmo, Edward, Miss Bertilde, and Mr. Deveril went to the train factory to collect iron filings (for the anti-Schmidt weapons) and consult with the owner regarding Mr. Arkwright's rail inquiries. Insp. MacGregor, Miss Whitnell, Miss Chigwidgeon, Lt. Wooster, Caine, and I were sent to the consulate to send off more reports. We were then to proceed to the police headquarters so Miss Whitnell could attempt through magic to determine where Mr. Arkwright's missing shoe is, and whether there is some significance to its absence from the scene of his death.
Wooster and Caine were detained at the consulate by Captain Moriarty to help prepare contingency plans. Our reports sent and received, we continued.
The police allowed Miss Whitnell the use of a room to examine the evidence. Her spell was successful. The shoe had been lost while the severely injured Mr. Arkwright was being manhandled by Schmidt, near the grounds of the hall of the Teutonic Knights. Baron de Ritter, a French agent and sorcerer, recovered the shoe. The Baron used his own magic to determine how Mr. Arkwright had been killed and who had done so. This confirms the suspicion the de Ritter knows more than he let on, but is not an ally of the Comte D'Erlette or the Prussians.
When we left the villa we all saw a one-horse surrey, of the type a lady of a certain class and fashion might hire to take a recreational drive in, was parked along the roadside near the gate to the villa. Miss Haverson, wearing a hat and matching scarf wrapped around her face in a manner apparently designed to hide her identity (and completely failing to do so), peered out past the drawn curtains as we passed. We were greeted by her not-so-concealed observation when we returned to the house. She did not venture onto the grounds and attempt to speak to Dr. Wilson while we were away.
We returned to the villa, where we met all of the others excepting Lt. Wooster and Mr. Caine whose duties kept them at the Consulate. Information was shared. Dr. Wilson and the Marquis have created a number of small explosive devices which should prove useful in a rematch with Schmidt. Edward and Mr. Deveril have gathered a very large supply of iron files, some of which they went about attaching to the explosives. Sir Cosmo learned a bit more about the significance of the unusual railcar, specifically that the original design would have had difficulty on some of the curves in the Belgian and French railways. Unfortunately Mr. van der Poole made suggestions to the Prussian industrialist who showed him the design on how to avoid those difficulties. Frazer's group found evidence which confirms our suspicions that the Prussians moved the weapons and ammunition. Additionally, Mrs. Cuthbert has had a vision of the weapons in some distant barn, on a country estate at which young men are practicing cavalry drills. So they have not fallen into the hands of any other groups, but remain in the all-too-dangerous hands of the Prussian agents.
Mr. Ramsay had interesting news regarding the Comte and his powers. The flaming chariot which was seen exiting the collapsing hall of the Teutonic Knights was a manifestation of something called the Lion of Damascus. It is one of four artifacts, legend says, created by a group of sorceries, priests, and wise men in the city of Damascus over a thousand years ago. The four artifacts, each carved from a single, enormous gem stone, were created to help defend the mortal world from demonic forces. The four are in the shape of animals: Lion, Eagle, Bull, and Fish; and represent the elements: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water.
The Lion has been known to have been in possession of the Comte D'Erlette (himself or possibly ancestors) for at least two hundred years. The Bull is believed to be in the possession of the Prussian sorcerer (and spy master) Hans Bopp (and was in the possession of the Teutonic Knights for several centuries previous). Neither is being used for it's intended purpose. The Eagle, we are told, is somewhere in Europe, in the care of a sorcerer dedicated to fighting the forces of darkness. The Fish is in Turkey, similarly under the care of those who wish to protect their fellow men.
We also received a list of properties known to be owned by the Comte D'Erlette and more maps of the Belgian countryside. Several members of the League spent part of the afternoon checking this list against the map and the few facts we have about the weapons.
Mr. O'Flaherty received a letter from his friend, Mr. Gallant Junior. This is apparently the identity of the man in white seen lurking about the glassworks. Mr. Gallant asked to meet with O'Flaherty and Sir Cosmo or some of his associates. The letter indicated he believed our group and he were inquiring into similar events, and he proposed sharing information. All of the League was understandably wary of such a communication from someone only one of our party knew. The ladies expressed their apprehension most emphatically. Mr. O'Flaherty became equally insistent that Mr. Gallant was an honourable and trustworthy man. Eventually it was agreed that O'Flaherty, Sir Cosmo, Miss Chigwidgeon, Miss Sinclair, and Edward would to meet with them.
I was specifically instructed to remain at the villa to look after Miss Whitnell and the others. Sir Cosmo phrased the instruction rather differently than I would expect. George and Miss Bertilde would be going along as their guardians.
Before the party could leave, however, Edward made a disturbing discovery. Edward had decided to take a tray of tea and biscuits out to the surrey for Miss Haverson. Owen and George had accompanied him. Miss Haverson was not in the surrey, and it was quite clear that there had been a struggle. Owen detected the scents of three Bad Men who had done the deed (a conclusion affirmed by Turgenov, Frazer, Miss Sinclair, and Mr. Cuthbert, though not phrased the same way, when they examined the tracks) dragging her into another, larger carriage and hurrying up the road to the northwest.
I was rather surprised how quickly everyone reached the mutual conclusion that Miss Haverson was not our responsibility, as nothing the dogs had smelled, the trackers had observed, or Mrs. Cuthbert had divined indicated that her assailants were any of the people we were currently investigating. We moved the horse and surrey off the road, and sent a message to the Antwerp police office. The others went to meet Mr. Gallant.
Miss Whitnell, Mrs. Cuthbert and Mr. Ramsay practiced their rituals. Mr. Frazer and Insp. MacGregor transformed the notes into neat reports. Mr. Cuthbert napped. Dr. Wilson and the Marquis continued to modify explosives with the iron and silver which had been brought from the city. I practiced some simple combat drills.
Miss Whitnell and Mrs. Cuthbert convinced Mr. Frazer that they should perform a seance to determine whether a woman of Frazer's acquaintence (a Miss Metzger) had been murdered by Schmidt. Apparently Frazer believes this happened some months ago, but Miss Whitnell, Mrs. Cuthbert, and Miss Sinclair have all happened upon information that leads them to believe she may be involved with the Prussian agents. The seance was a success. They learned that Miss Metzger was not dead, but her mother's spirit did respond to the seance, and Miss Metzger is under the control of a dark sorcerer.
Since I was not listening outside the door, but was attending to other duties elsewhere in the house, I learned most of this after Mr. O'Flaherty and the others returned. Mr. Gallant was helpful. He gave descriptions of the people in charge of the removal of the weapons from the glassworks. It sounds much like the Prussian agents from Mrs. Cuthbert's dream. One of the women seems to be Miss Metzger, she does appear to be working with the Prussians against her will, and she is noticeably pregnant. This news upset Frazer more than I have ever seen him. He was quite distracted and distant the rest of the day. I believe it was wise of Miss Whitnell and Miss Sinclair to extract a promise that he would not attempt to rescue Miss Metzger on his own.
Gallant also confirmed the Dr. Fate is not working for the American government, but rather for a group of merchants and military officers who have a different agenda than the current administration. The Americans have Gallant following Fate in hopes of preventing an international incident.
Miss Whitnell, Miss Chigwidgeon, and Insp. MacGregor went on a walk while we prepared to serve tea. Miss Chigwidgeon went to some trouble to tell me that MacGregor had asked to speak privately with Miss Whitnell, and Miss Chigwidgeon got to play the role of chaperone for a change. I understand how that is a pleasant change from her usual situation, but I am not completely certain why she felt the need to tell me three times.
Before the League could settle down to tea, we heard distance gunshots, followed by the sound of galloping hooves coming closer. Miss Sinclair exclaimed, "Gunshots" before I did, and many of us rushed outside and toward the road to see what had happened. Wooster and Caine soon came into sight, riding on the back of a pair of horses in harness, conspicuously missing the carriage the harness should have been pulling. They had been ambushed by a group of eight armed horseman, attempting to kidnap Wooster so that Wooster could give them the secret of the rocket battery.
Wooster was quite warming to his tale when Caine reminded him that he had an important message to deliver. The French have declared War on Prussia. Sir Cosmo read the message from Moriarty, and it included details of the Emporer's failed actions to stop the declaration, but War has been declared, and Sir Cosmo needed to report to the consulate. The news is not, yet, general knowledge. The household began packing as Sir Cosmo, and Mr. Frazer accompanied Lt. Wooster and Caine back to the Consulate. I was taken along as bodyguard, in case there was another ambush.
Very shortly we were sent back to the Villa to retrieve Edward, Dr. Wilson, Mr. O'Flaherty, and the additional rocket batteries Edward has been building. The other ships in the Orion group were fitted with the batteries. Once that was done, the fleet prepared to leave. Wooster was put in command of one of the smaller boats and sent on a separate mission, to guard one of the bridges of the Iron Rhine. We were sent to Brussels, to consult with the Ambassador and try to determine where the Prussians have taken the weapons.
We returned to the villa. The others had been doing more than pack while we were away. Mrs. Cuthbert had tried various scrying methods and was convinced that the Prussians are assembling the forces on a stud farm owned by Baron Von Gower (the owner of the glassworks) near the southern border of Belgium. The villa also had a pair of visitors. Herr Falkstein, who we have been told is the chief intelligencer for the King of Bavaria, accompanied a Doctor Van Zimo. Van Zimo is an American surgeon MacGregor and Frazer met several days ago. Van Zimo has been treating the man burned at the glassworks, and hoped to speak to Sir Cosmo about his research in tissue regeneration.
Van Zimo's visit was an excuse for Falkstein to pass information to Mr. Frazer. Falkstein apparently does not want the war to come between France and Prussia, either. Before he returns to Bavaria he wanted us to know that the Prussians are mounting their forces. specifically cavalry, near the village of Corrim. This corroborates Mrs. Cuthbert's findings. They had taken their leave before we returned.
We hurried to the train station and are now at the Embassy in Brussels. Sir Cosmo, the Earl of Maynooth, Colonel Peacock, Mr. Cuthbert, Miss Sinclair, and Mr. Frazer are studying maps in the next room. The Marquis slipped away to acquire more supplies. Mrs. Cuthbert, Miss Whitnell, and Mr. Ramsay are walking the house, setting up mystical wards. Messengers have been coming and going with increasing frequency. Miss Chigwidgeon has fallen asleep in one of the chairs inside the map room. Several other members of the League have taken the opportunity to get some sleep. Miss Bertilde is too nervous to sleep, and yet too uncomfortable around Col. Peacock and some of the other Embassy Staff to remain in the map room.
I noticed that she has come back to the room every time a messenger comes. She is anxious for battle. I remember that feeling, well. I suggested that she conserve her strength, as I am quite certain there will be fighting soon enough. She said something about being unable to concentrate on her exercises, and then trailed off, not finishing the sentence. When we first met she often talked that way to me, or rather shied off talking. I had thought that she was past that.
~Later~
We did not stay the night at the Embassy. Miss Chigwidgeon received a message from Kali, in the form of a dream. In the dream she saw that Comte D'Erlette intends to summon something called an unstoppable horde, which could destroy all life in the world. It is one of the spells in the book he stole from the monastery in Wilachia. In order to cast the spell, he must capture a royal sword, or something. I didn't completely follow it, but she was quite certain.
Sir Cosmo and Col. Peacock had also reached the conclusion that someone should attack the Prussian cavalary before they launch an attack into France. We were sent to a special train, and were joined by a force of Belgian cavalry. The King of Belgium has accepted Britain's offer of aid, specifically in the form of Brigadier Peacock (Miss Sinclair tried to explain it to me: officers in the British Army have two ranks, a regimental rank and an active army rank. The regimental rank is usually lower than the army rank because the regiment can only have so many of each rank, and retired officers count toward those totals. I think. It doesn't completely make sense to me. In any case, he is an experienced cavalry officer and has been placed in charge of the tactical portion of our attempt to stop the Prussians).
Sir Cosmo and Edward took charge of the train engine, and did something to it that made it go faster than it should. There was a danger it would explode, but time seemed to be of the essence. There is a spur of the tracks that crosses the Baron's farm, so we could go directly to the property and not have to unload at the village station, where our presence might be communicated.
Miss Whitnell spent most of the trip passing out enchanted charms. She has been trying to develop a spell based on the Mantra of the Seed of Energy, and asked if I thought it could be cast into Miss Bertilde's sword. I confessed I did not know, but could not think that it could do any harm to try. So, they did.
Then she decided that our attack was more likely to succeed if the Prussian's horsed were panicked and scattered. She wanted to try to conjure an enormous fireball in the sky above the farm. Mrs. Cuthbert was afraid it would harm the horses. Mr. Ramsay was afraid that the Comte could take control of a fire spell. They settled on a spell intended to influence the mind, to directly induce fear into the horses. As they began chanting, I sensed power both to the south of us (the direction we were heading) and the the north of us, mounting quite quickly. It seemed clear that a mystical battle was about to be joined.
I began silently chanting the mantra of vital energies, and prepared for an attack.
When it came, it was nothing I knew how to defend against. Energy swept over the train. Miss Chigwidgeon, Mr. Cuthbert, Mr. Deveril, and the Marquis simply vanished before our eyes. Miss Whitnell shouted, during a break in the chant, that the Comte had spirited them to his sanctum. They continued to chant. I scoured the car for any sign of what an enemy, specifically Schmidt. I could feel the train slowing, and I realized we were nearly at our destination.
The mystics had completed the drawing of the Seal, and then Miss Whitnell stood up and called Schmidt's name. He appeared instantly. And at the same moment, I felt all of the energy the others had drawn and poured into the seal slip away, draining into the night. I shoved past two of the soldiers. Schmidt was taunting Miss Whitnell. He does not learn, I realized. She is far more dangerous when she is angry than when she is not.
She through a vial of one of the chemical concoctions on him. I leaped into the circle to grab him.
He vanished. Not in the way he had in our previous encounters. I had the distinct impression, for a moment, that he was yanked away as an angry child my grab a toy out of another's hands. And I heard Kali laughing.
I jumped out of the circle and remained alert for his return, while Miss Whitnell led the others in calling up more energy. She called Schmidt's name again. He did not appear. The mystics completed the spell. Miss Whitnell said that Kali was acting through Miss Chigwidgeon, and seemed to have defeated Schmidt.
The officers were pouring off the train, and getting the horses out as quickly as they could. I was helping Miss Whitnell and Mrs. Cuthbert down the steps to the ground when I heard Miss Bertilde telling Sir Cosmo what had happened to Miss Chigwidgeon. She didn't get the entire explanation out before he had leapt onto a horse and galloped off toward the house. The Brigadier got the cavalry moving quickly, trying to catch up.
We found horses of our own and followed.
There were gunshots ahead of us. Men were shouting. But the Prussians were all afoot, and the Brigadier kept his men in good order. A second unti was completing a charge across the mass of soldier taking what cover they could in the stable when we reached the main house. Miss Whitnell shouted something about laying the Comte to rest.
I noticed that the huge front doors of the house were hanging off their hinges and smoldering. Dr. Wilson was behind me, supplementing the horse artillary and dealing with the soldiers. Then I remembered the Sir Cosmo had rocket weapons of his own. I got Miss Whitnell's attention and pointed to the doorway. She pulled on the reins of her horse and dove through the doorway. Fortunately my horse followed hers without needing expert direction on my part.
We found another group of soldiers inside. They had surrendered to Kali. Mr. Cuthbert and Mr. Deveril were disarming them. Miss Chigwidgeon was standing in the hallway, holding Sir Cosmo (who was looking quite pale). She was drenched in blood. And still gripping Schmidt's severed head in one hand. She kept assuring everyone that it wasn't her blood. Mr. Cuthbert said that it was mostly Schmidt's, but a bit of D'Erlette's.
The Marquis, hearing us all in the hall, called out for his box of weapons. I accompanied Miss Whitnell into the room he was in. It was a small chapel. It had a very un-Christian looking idol and altar inside. Henri was hacking through the Comte's neck with a knife inadequate to the job, and calling for a stake to drive through the corpse's heart.
It hardly seemed necessary, since most of the Comte's head was missing. Apparently both Mr. Cuthbert and Mr. Deveril had fired, and hit their marks between the eyes. Miss Whitnell sent the Marquis out to help the others, and began setting up a circle around the Comte's body. She said she was going to send the Comte's soul to it's final rest.
The chapel fairly hummed with mystical energy. Miss Whitnell had no trouble raising the energy to cast the spell.
There was still a great deal of cleaning up and capturing to do. I began searching the house for lurking enemies. I heard Edward's voice, coming down from an upper story. The main hall is open all the way to the roof, so that one can stand on the upper floorings and look over an railing down at whoever is standing in the hall. Edward was asking if he could fire the rocket gun. Miss Bertilde's voice answered yes. I could hear the sound of swords clashing.
Sir Cosmo yelled for everyone to take cover and began running up the stairs. By the time I had reached the stairs the explosions had already begun. Fortunately it was a cluster of the small rockets. And Sir Cosmo had the forethought to grab a selser bottle on his way to the room. Miss Bertilde had cornered Baron von Gower and three of his retainers in a room on the fourth floor, and when the servants engaged her in combat, the Baron had tried to flee the room. Edward's new rocket gun put an end to that.
Everyone was noticably singed. Even while Sir Cosmo was telling Edward that rockets should not be fired inside, I could hear Miss Wilhelmina muttering about an adjustable launching mechanism. One might just as well tell Miss Sinclair not to speak her mind as to stop Miss Wilhelmina.
The Baron is a bit more than singed, but not so badly that he needs Mrs. Cuthbert's attention, and has been placed with the other prisoners. The highest ranking officer of the Prussians appears to be Hauptmann Schneider. He's a small, somewhat misshapen man whose aura is not entire human. It resembles the hobgoblin that visited Miss Whitnell's cottage. His assistants include Unteroffizer Stahlmacher, who appears to be an ordinary human, if you overlook the fact that he is nearly as tall and Mr. O'Flaherty, nearly as muscular, and has flaming red hair. There is also a blonde woman whose aura is definitely wolfish and a dark featured man whose pointed ears suggest another fey, but his aura is completely different. I cannot place it. There is also the smelly dog. His aura is also unusual. Fortunately the other Prussian soldiers all appear to be ordinary men.
Mrs. Cuthbert had been led by a vision of her saint to the basement, where she found two prisoners. One was a vampire who seemed to be confined both mystically and physically. The other is an arab man who is some sort of sorcerer. Mrs. Cuthbert freed this Hassan fellow and brought him upstairs, having determined that he is not a danger. Mr. Ramsay gathered his tools and left to deal with the vampire. He said something about interogating it before staking it. Insp. MacGregor is with him to ensure he isn't overcome by the creature.
Miss Sinclair and Turgenov had found the woman Mr. Frazer has been fretting about. Miss Metzger has the aura of a witch, but it is unmistakeably clouded by some sort of curse. She is also carrying Schmidt's child. Once Frazer had found Miss Metzger a chair, Miss Sinclair asked her if she wished her soul to be released from its servitude. She answered firmly, "Yes." Miss Whitnell and Mrs. Cuthbert continued to question her. The curse prevents her from identifying who it is that has her in thrall, but she was as helpful as she could be. Having left Miss Metzger in the other ladies' care, she went to the basement to keep a watchful eye on Ramsay and the vampire.
Miss Chigwidgeon found a sink to clean up in, discarding the blood-soaked outer dress, and is wearing the Marquis' great coat. I have heard parts of the tale of what happened from her, Mr. Deveril, Mr. Cuthbert, and the Marquis.
After vanishing from the train, they found themselves in the Comte's chapel. He had just completed a spell to summon a dark goddess. Miss Chigwidgeon decided to play the part. The three gentlemen caught on right away and pretended to be her servants. The masquerade was helped in that the Comte believed that Deveril had been murdered earlier. Miss Chigwidgeon began extracting information from the Comte, and had succeeded somewhat until Schneider hurried into the room, saying that the horses had been scattered by a hostile spell, and the Comte had better do handle the situation. The Comte said something about having summoned a goddess. Schneider took one look at Miss Chigwidgeon and remarked that she was not a goddess.
Mr. Deveril fired both his guns. One at Schneider, one at the Comte. The Comte was greviously wounded. Schneider was hurled across the room. The Comte cast a spell on them that cause them momentary pain, and blinded the Marquis. Mr. Cuthbert and Mr. Deveril both fired at the Comte's head, and both hit their target. Schneider, though struck at close range with a shotgun, jumped to his feet, apparently unharmed (though there is a large hole in his uniform), and indicated he was quite annoyed.
At this point Dr. Wilson ran into the room, shouting that the cavalry had arrived. Except that it wasn't Dr. Wilson. It was Schmidt in Wilson's shape. He attacked Deveril from behind and then vanished. Miss Chigwidgeon is very uncertain on everything that happened next, but Mr. Cuthbert says that she spoke with Kali's voice and said, "I am not finished with you, Maximillain." Schmidt reappeared in front of her, covered in silver nitrate solution.
Deveril fired. Cuthbert fired. Miss Chigwidgeon grabbed Schmidt by the hair with one hand. In the other she held the Comte's knife, which she had snatched away earlier. With one stroke she severec Schmidt's neck. Blood went everywhere.
Schneider had fled the room. Miss Chigwidgeon marched out of the temple, holding Schmidt's head high, and ordered them to surrender. Schneider had a group of soldiers forming up in the hall, about to charge into the temple. When he saw Miss Chigwidgeon this time he said, "Now we're up against a goddess. Can any of you deal with that?" Stahlmacherson said he thought not, and they surrendered.
Kali had left Miss Chigwidgeon by now, but Deveril and Cuthbert took the soldiers' weapons. Sir Cosmo arrived moments later. Followed shortly by Miss Whitnell and myself. Soon Bigadier Peacock and the Belgian cavalry had all the Prussians in custody.
Sir Cosmo instructed me to finish searching the house for stray enemies. Before I left the hall, Miss Whitnell stopped me to tell me that the silver solution had been enchanted with the spell she had made from the Mantra of the Seed of Energy and it appeared to work, since Schmidt was unable to become insubstantial after being drenched in it. I told her I was glad the Mantra had worked for her. She stood there for another moment as if she were going to say something else, then she bade me to go on with what I had been doing. For a moment I felt a strong urge to hug her and tell her that everything would be all right.
But that would be comletely improper.
When I have finished the upper stories, I will go to the basement and offer to relieve Insp. MacGregor, assuming he and Ramsay are still questioning the vampire. I could suggest that he look in on Miss Whitnell. It wouldn't be above my station to suggest that, I believe.
Proceed to Dearest Mumm and Dad
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