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Even though Peel had assured him that his mobile phone and the scientist's were both secure against eavesdroppers, Goswell hated to have things of this nature spoken aloud outside the confines of his own home. He nodded, then realized the man couldn't see him because this mobile didn't have cameras and whatnot connected to it.
"Right, then. And those, ah, curious fellows you spoke of?" "They are no longer curious, my lord. They have other things to occupy their minds at the moment." "Very good, then. I'll ring off now."
Applewhite appeared and took the mobile, put it away. "Will there be anything else, milord?"
"Yes, see if you can hunt up Peel, would you? I'd like to have a word with him if he's available." "At once, milord."
Applewhite departed to fetch the major. That, at least, would give Goswell time enough to sip his tea before it got cold.
From the corner of his eye, Goswell caught a motion. He looked directly that way and saw a rabbit over in the flower bed, nibbling on some greenery. Cheeky bastard!

He wasn't fifty feet away! Of course, the drat ted rabbits never came out when he had his shotgun at
hand; they were smart enough to know that wasn't wise. His vision was not as keen as once it was, but he could, by God, still pot a thieving rabbit at fifty feet with either barrel of his Purdey fowling piece, thank you very much. He considered calling Applewhite and telling him to collect his shotgun so that he could blast the offending rabbit but decided against it. It was too lovely a morning to ruin with shotgun noise, satisfying as it might be to teach the bunny some proper manners. Better to have the caretaker loose his dogs on the things. They seldom caught one, the dogs, but they had such fun chasing them, and the rabbits tended to clear off for a time thereafter. He sipped his tea. And when Peel approached, the rabbit decided to remove himself. Perhaps it somehow knew that Peel was an excellent shot with his ever-present pistol and that to stay might be unwise.
"My lord?"
"Morning, Major. Do sit down and have some tea." "Thank you, my lord." Peel seated himself. A decent chap, the image of his father, old Ricky. He poured himself a cup of tea, black, no sugar.
"I've been thinking about this scientist fellow of ours." "Bascomb-Coombs," Peel said.
"The very one. I've been thinking perhaps we should keep a close eye on him, if you know what I mean. He is valuable enough, but with the things he has tucked away in his head, we wouldn't want to have a falling out, now would we?"
"I shouldn't think a falling out is likely, my lord." "Well, no, hardly. But one must be diligent and prepared, what?" "I understand completely. As it happens, I have anticipated that you might feel this way, so I've set a watch upon our Mr. Bascombcoombs."
"Have you? Excellent. You're a good lad. Peel." "Thank you, my lord. I appreciate your confidence in me." Goswell smiled and sipped at his tea. It was good to have men like Peel around, men who knew how to do things without having to be led by the hand. Men of decent breeding who wouldn't embarrass one with social blunders or rash actions. More like him, and the Empire would never have sunk so low. "Should Mr. Bascomb-Coombs should ever think to become a problem, my lord, we are of course prepared to deal with him in an ... expedient manner." "Ah, well, very good, then. Have a scone." Peel smiled and gave him a short nod. Such a good fellow to have around.

Pity about all that Irish business.
Still, the regiment's loss was Goswell's gain. Would that he had another dozen like Peel. Good help was so hard to come by these days.
"Excellent scones, my lord."
"I'll have Applewhite tell Cook you said so." This is how a gentleman was supposed to breakfast. On a sunny spring day at one's country estate, on tea and good scones, in the company of decent fellows. Indeed.
Sunday, April 3rdLondon, England Toni and Alex sat in a small restaurant near their hotel, having coffee and breakfast. She said, "We