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The Matter of Little Consequence

 

Episode 16

 

As is nearly always done in situations involving the most prominent people in society and politics, the investigation begins with the least important of them being attacked by the least powerful of those with any authority; so MI6 referred the issue to Scotland Yard who in turn put in the hands of London police. They decided to find out who those three girls with Prince Andrew were. The police contacted the lowest ranks of the Palace at Westminster staff. Upon being told by the staff that they did not know, the police demanded a copy of the guest list to be able to investigate further. That they could get.

 

Sir Schlock Heim's farmer client, a BMP, had been at the party. When the police inquired of him who those girls were, he did not know, and he contacted Sir Schlock for defense in case they went further in an investigation of him. That is how Sir Schlock got dragged into this story again, as he received a telephone call from his BMP client that very first afternoon.

 

"Schlock," said the BMP farmer, "the last time I hired you for defense it was over a cow. This time it is over three young cows that were photographed at a party in the Palace of Westminster. I just want you to be "Johnny on the Spot" in case they want to make another cow story about me."

 

Sir Schlock did not know yet about the cows to which he referred, but having seen the story that morning, he quickly looked again at the photo and saw the three girls there at that palace with Prince Andrew. He replied, "Yes, your grace, he shall be ready should you need his assistance, as always."

 

When working their way up the chain of power and influence at that esteemed place, the police came across Sir Schlock, as he had represented a person whom they saw on the guest list, the BMP farmer in the prior cow accident case. Knowing that they had justifiable cause for seeking the identity of those three girls, and that being done without any reference to Prince Andrew, they came to visit Sir Schlock to inquire about them. Sir Schlock, in typical legal counsel style, first asked them why they had come to see him, as he had not attended that event. They said they knew that, and they were just asking about it to see if anyone knew about them. They added that he had had a client there in attendance, and before contacting his client they had decided to seek his help.

 

Sir Schlock's usual style of talking and confusing everyone came to the fore when he replied, "If you have a reason to be talking to him about his clients, he will represent his clients as always in the best manner and style of English law and procedure. Other than that, he cannot say more. Good day and cheerio, sires."

 

When they left his office, Sir Schlock quickly phoned up the BMP client and informed him that they had visited him to ask about the three girl's identities. The client then asked him what he had told them. His reply was simple, "Nothing at all." But that did not satisfy the client's new level of concern that he was being investigated starting with his own legal counsel. He asked Schlock to be ready to attend if and when they contacted him with the same questions or others.

 

This first police inquiry caused this new story of little Consequence to be of growing importance, as the BMP was next on the hot seat. The news outlets got wind of that fact through their secret inside police sources. It became for them a story of the BMP having attended that party and possibly withholding information about the three girl's identities. Such was reported even before the police had contacted Schlock's BMP client, and Sir Schlock was mentioned in the reporting as his legal defense counsel.

 

The news story naming Sir Schlock went across the Atlantic in the news and caught the eye of Laura Norder just as she was about to decide not to pursue the story for her own safety and because of the evasiveness of the police when she had contacted them in London. "Ah ha!" she thought to herself out loud. "So I was right all along about that scoundrel 'Sir' and his little also-ran assistant and that Mrs. Ly." Laura's pot was boiling over with enthusiasm to get Sir Schlock finally in her clutches. She commented to herself that her name was not Laura Norder for nothing. She forgot completely about her prior concerns—now they were of little Consequence. Laura did not know of WW and his research into the "Matters of Little Consequence" file in the MI6 Top Secret vault or of the results there from.

 

WW, as his fate would have it, was now a much respected young agent of MI6, so much so that jealousy in the ranks began to grow. This did not bother him, though, at least until it started to affect his friendships with others in MI6. Those others did not know who he really was. Thus, they thought he had somehow managed to get to the top of MI6's command attention without due merit.

 

This seems an appropriate time to better introduce this young man. His given name, as stated earlier in this story, was Pepper Wood. This seems a bit of a strange combination of names until one considers the sources for them.

 

Wikitree, the genealogy site, reports that the Wood family goes back in English history to at least "Sir John 'of Wolverley' atte Wood, formerly Wood. John Wood, sometimes John atte Wood, designed initially 'of Northwick', Worcester and later 'of Wolverley', Worcs. was MP for the Shire in Parliament frequently between 1413 and 1435, retained as a Shire Knight. Thought to have been the illegitimate son of Sir John atte Wood of Wolverley he eventually inherited title to those estates in 1420 after the legitimate line of Sir John atte Wood expired.

 

"Later, in 1427, a Hamlet Smethwick, esquire, made a formal quitclaim to his 'cousin' John Wood of Worcester of the heraldic arms (gules, a lion rampant argent with a forked tail) previously borne by Sir John atte Wood.

  

"Wood was the alnager (the representative of the King that weighs and measures woolen [sic] cloth) for Worcestershire from 1405 until he entered parliament in 1432. This gave him control over the collection of the local cloth subsidies for nearly 30 years. . . . Wood died before 10 Nov. 1458."

 

Following the aristocratic tradition of using last names as first ones, the family name "Pepper" has a history of its own also. It had arrived to the current time by circuitous lineage from Mercy Pepper, who on Oct. 16, 1711, married William Freeman, born February 24, 1686, eldest son of William and Lydia Sparrow Freeman. Mary, daughter of the Rev. John Sparrow, rector of Skettleburgh, married Edward Brooke. Mary died in 1817, but going back in English history she had married into and had her descendants come from many knights of the BROOKE, OF UFFORD PLACE family. The family had a Coat of Arms, a Crest, and many estates in the parishes of Ufford, Bredfield, Martlesham, Westerfield, Bramford, etc., all in Suffolk.

 

The Pepper name came from Sparrows, not from Woodpeckers, but WW did not mind that. He had both lineages going for him, the Peppers and the Woods. This at least partially accounted for his gentlemanly manners and dedication to duty. The others in MI6, who had gotten jealous and resentful of his recent elevation in importance in the eyes of the command, had no idea that the real reason for this was his innate, naturally inherited civility and competence.

 

Little Consequence knew WW's real name, so she could connect him with his family tree. He had told it to them on the way to the military tour, and the night before that she had had a dream that had awakened her abruptly in which a 5 year old child looked like WW. This she well recalled, and with her new great interest in English history, she decided to research his name. It was then that she discovered the history just related that explains his name. So, perhaps, she thought, he is the knight in shining armor that she knew she wanted to meet someday. He was not John "The Grim," but that could certainly explain what she had seen in that dream about being on a safari in deepest India among the tigers with a young boy, about 5 years old, who looked a lot like a young WW.

 

This is what happens when a knighted English barrister, being considered in England and Wales as also authorized by the Bar Standards Board to conduct litigation and to practice in a "dual capacity," fulfilling the role of both barrister and solicitor, meets and has to contend with a descendant of heroic knights of the English past. The result is not one of Little Consequence, as he is about to see.

 

Sir Schlock's BMP client was finally contacted by the British police with a request to meet with him in their quest to find out who the little girls were who were with pictured with the prince at that party. The farmer BMP, used to being questioned about sensitive matters by the media, told them he could not answer any questions without having his legal counsel present at any such meeting. Sir Schlock was brought up short when he got the call from his client that the meeting would happen at Westminster Palace the next day, and that he was needed to be there representing the BMP. He replied that they should meet with him at his office so not to raise any undue media attention. They agreed.

 

In preparation for the meeting, Sir Schlock had to refresh his memory of the "Madder of Little Consequence" as he had not extorted any funds from those who voluntarily offered them in the U.S. and wanted to have the facts clear in his mind. The paying parties clearly wanted the media coverage that Ricky Ben Noson, the NYC reporter who called himself "Rick 'the Dick' Tracer" and who others called "Tricky 'the Dick' Eraser," had gotten started internationally. Who was Sir Schlock to question their reasons? They paid, and that was what "maddered." But he had to have his position clearly in his mind about the "Madder of Little Consequence" in case it came up in the questioning.

 

He knew that Consequence Ly's name had to be on the guest list along with her named mother, Mrs. Frank Ly. In addition, the police had to have found the name of his assistant, Dr. T.V. Whatson, on it as having attended that night. These persons there listed might cause the police to suspect him as having a role.

 

The police now considered that claims, of which Schlock was not yet aware, having come from Laura Norder for years might have some credence after all. The police then considered that perhaps she was right about Mrs. Ly kidnapping little Consequence from the U.S. some years ago and that she had been held captive since at the Palace of Westminster. Maybe she was even one of those three girls, the police thought. Sir Schlock, however, was not so dull witted not to realize that little Consequence's attendance might raise some serious problems for him, even though he well-knew that any suspicions about her were unfounded.

 

Sir Schlock did know that Whatson had attended but not that he had taken Froggy Wenta with him. The police found an Israeli national with that name as his guest on the list. They wondered what an Israeli national doing was at a party for the change of command of the British Army, and they wanted to find out. But the Israeli had been taken to it by that closest assistant of Sir Schlock, Dr. TV Whatson, so that made them suspect Sir Schlock also.

 

The police had been confounded when they had searched unsuccessfully for Mrs. Frank Ly or Consequence Ly on all the passenger lists of flights back to the U.S. after the time of the party. Not finding that they had departed from England, the police were sure that they would find them still there. Sir Schlock had to be the best source for all of their inquiries, so the BMP was only their excuse to get to question him. This Sir Schlock sensed might be the case, so he prepared himself the night before, though he did not suspect Laura Norder's hand in the madder.

 

That evening, the police contacted Dr. Whatson and requested that he attend the meeting they had scheduled with the BMP client at Sir Schlock's offic. They told him he was to come only as a witness, as he had been at the party. Dr. Whatson immediately called Schlock and told him about his coming also. Sir Schlock was taken aback by this news, as it indicated that the police were investigating all who had attended, and that would include Mrs. Ly and little Consequence.

 

He did not sleep well that night. His mother appeared in his dreams saying, "Oy, vey! Schlock, you have not done what? You have to remember your rubbers and slickers? I told you how many times?" This dream startled Sir Schlock awake. He took it as a foreboding of problems that he would face later that morning at the meeting, and he was right.

 

When the appointed hour arrived, Sir Schlock was as composed as he could make himself. His client arrived just before the hour, and upon first sitting down in Schlock's office he was greeted by his legal counsel very politely, but immediately began to be advised of his rights and warned against talking without consulting "him" first. The farmer BMP was not used to Schlock's being so cautionary. Normally, his legal counsel was very relaxed and almost complacent about the upcoming legal discussions they had. This time, he sensed that something was afoot about which he knew virtually nothing. He wondered why Schlock was so uncharacteristically cautionary.

 

Next to arrive was Dr. Whatson, who immediately began questioning Schlock about why he had been requested to be there on a matter that involved his client, the BMP. Schlock could not reasonably answer, not that he usually did, but this time he could not even satisfy his closest associate, Whatson, with his reply.

 

"Whatson, this madder is his first time to be contacted by the police for any inquest into his client's affairs. The only way he can explain to you what it is about and why they asked you to come is to say that it is a mystery to him as much as to you." This did nothing to quiet Whatson's disturbed mind, as he had never seen Schlock so at a loss to say anything impossible to decipher.

 

Then, in came the London Police Captain, along with his uniformed stenographer and a security detail of two other police officers. The room was filled with police uniforms, and the intimidation it caused was nearly tactile. The BMP was used to being questioned by public officials and the media, so he was the least affected.

 

Dr. Whatson was a bit uneasy at this large contingent's arrival, but he made room for them in Schlock's rather small parlor outside of Schlock's inner sanctum office with the piles of manila folders on his desk. The police did not know that it was not his inner law office, but it did not matter to them. Sir Schlock sat in silence beside his BMP client, and when they arrived he did not arise and welcome them to his office. Only the BMP was at all cordial and said, Gentlemen, first I want to sincerely thank you for permitting this inquiry to be done in private in my legal counsel's, Sir Schlock Heim's, office and not at the Palace. Please make themselves comfortable in these chairs so we may begin and get this over as fast as possible. I have other business to attend to after this."

 

The police captain began by saying, "This is an official inquest that is being recorded beginning with these my words by my stenographer, Lt. Smedly. No one here has been charged with any offense or crime. We are here to gather information for an investigation into the identities of three girls who attended that party at the Palace at Westminster a couple of nights ago, the one in which the transfer of command of the British Army was being recognized and honored. We will keep it as brief as the subject permits. Now, let's begin with the names of those who are here in attendance."

 

At this, Sir Schlock spoke up. "He is Sir Schlock Heims, the legal counsel for his BMP client, the farmer with whom you are all acquainted and need not speak a name for your record. The other person here is his able assistant, Dr. TV Whatson, the attendance of which is a mystery to him as he is not associated at all with his client, the BMP."

 

The police stenographer did not know how to make out what Schlock had just said, as the use of the third person "he" was not known to those outside of Schlock's clientele and the courts. Nevertheless, the stenographer faithfully recorded the words that Schlock had just spoken even though they made no sense.

 

The police captain then said, "Right, let's get to the meat of this subject. I wish to know from your client, Sir Schlock, if he attended the party the other night, the one I mentioned firstly."

 

Sir Schlock looked at the BMP farmer and shook his head "no," as in not to answer the question. There was a big silence in the room, and then the questioner said, "What is the answer, yes or no."

 

Sir Schlock again shook his head "no, don't answer," and the BMP kept quiet again. The police captain was beside himself as to how to get anything said. He turned to Dr. Whatson and said that his name was on the attendance list for that party. He then asked, "I see on the party attendance list that you attended that party at the same time as a young girl did, one by the name of Consequence Ly, who you reportedly had known before in the USA. Isn't that true?"

 

Sir Schlock then saw that his keeping his client quiet had given the police the excuse to go after Dr. Whatson's information. He could do nothing to stop it. And he understood for the first time the meaning of his mother's grave warning in his dream the night before, as he had forgotten his rubbers and slickers by not making Dr. Whatson his client before the meeting.

 

Dr. Whatson looked at Sir Schlock helplessly, but when nothing was said by "him," he answered, "Yes."

 

The question then was put to him, "What happened to little Consequence Ly when you returned to London after your visit to the U.S.?"

 

Dr. Whatson knew he had to be careful to tell the truth and still to keep as much private as possible. So, he paused as though thinking and trying to remember what happened, and then he said, "I don't know where she went when she stayed in the U.S. after that time. I returned with them for a short visit to London, but where they went after that was not shared with me. All I knew at the time was that they had left."

 

This answer left it open for the police to suspect that little Consequence might still be in England and be a captive at the Palace of Westminster. Therefore, the police interrogator said, "Did you see her at the Palace party the other night?"

 

Dr. Whatson, said only, "Yes."

 

The next question was one that caused Whatson to stop and consider his secret relationship with MI6. The police captain asked, "Was she seated with you?"

 

Whatson could answer that truthfully and did so with a "No."

 

The question was then asked of him, "Was she seated alone?"

 

Dr. Whatson knew he could stop this line of questions about himself by saying, "She had come in before I did and was seated toward the front, while I was in the back. It seemed apparent to me, though I did not go and talk with her, that she was seated with others."

 

The police captain thought he had a line of questions going that would reveal her association with the Prince, so he asked, "Who was she seated with?"

 

Now, Whatson knew he could rely on MI6 intervention for protection, knowing, also, that he could not reveal his own or WW's connections with them, so he said, "She was seated with an obviously English man in uniform, a man whom I may not identify to you, and at least one other female."

 

The police captain was beside himself with gladness. He thought that he had gotten quickly to a source person who very possibly could identify one of the girls with the prince, a man whom Whatson "may not identify" to him. He forgot about the "at least one other female" part of the answer, and all of his attention became focused on the "obviously English man in uniform" part of Whatson's answer. He knew, however, that he had better be careful how hard he pressed Dr. Whatson about that man in uniform, so he decided to leave the subject there for later action when he knew what it was to be. He even forgot to ask Dr. Whatson about the Israeli, Froggy Wenta, who had attended the party with him.

 

The police captain then said, "That is all I wish to ask right now, so thank you for your cooperation, Dr. Whatson. As I have not been able to ask a single question of the client of Sir Schlock Heims, I will leave those for others to pursue in another manner. Good day, gentlemen."

 

With this announcement, the police abruptly packed up the stenographic equipment and departed Schlock's office. A great sigh of relief was not heard but was surely felt all around. The BMP had not said a word, and Dr. Whatson had done a sterling job of fending off questions in such a manner that no one's character was impugned in any way. But that was not to be the end of their problems.

 

The police were nearly certain that they had gotten a witness to confirm that little Consequence was probably one of Prince Andrew's girls at the party. They had to have high level meetings to decide how to proceed with this unexpected turn of events involving a royal at the very beginning of their investigation. They had to pass the suspicion up the chain of police authority to Scotland Yard, and they in turn had to pass it to MI6. When it arrived there, a hearty laugh was heard from the rooftops to the basement coming from the commanding officers.

 

Little Consequence had foiled all again, and she was already back in New York State studying English history and wondering about WW's heritage. Then, the unexpected happened in her life when she received another email from WW. In it he gave her the following news:

 

"LC, you may be surprised to know that your being at the party at the palace has caused a major uproar in police circles here. They have assumed that you were seated with a member of the royal family when there. I don't mean me, but the one you saw seated at the very front. This has gotten them very excited to find you, and your life has been put in the spotlight here.

 

"I am telling you this not to create any worries on your part, as it is quite funny to those of us who know better. I just thought you might find it amusing as well.

 

"Best wishes to you and your mother, yours sincerely,

 

"WW"

 

Little Consequence became very pleased to have heard from WW again, and she was excited to tell her mother about the fame that she had gained from attending that party. Her mother was not at all surprised, as she had seen the effects of all that her little Consequence did for many years.

 

What they did not know was that the fame little Consequence was pleased about would leak out into the media and be seen by Laura Norder, who was equally thrilled to see that news. It meant to Laura that she had been right to make such an issue out of the disappearance of some little Consequence; and she was more certain than ever that Sir Schlock was soon to be made her houseboy.

 

Sir Schlock was still unaware of his coming pugilistic bouts with Laura, as he thought the struggles introduced by having his BMP client in attendance at a party with Prince Andrew, one that ended up as a scandalous picture on the front pages of the newspapers, were all with which he had to deal. The Madder of Little Consequence was the last thing on his troubled mind.

 

End of Episode 16

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Sir Schlock Heims and the Matter of Little Consequence, Episode 16

This is the latest episode as of this date of the ongoing Matter of Little Consequence, a parody of Sherlock Holmes' detective stories written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. It is the writing of The Unknown Writer with no help from any editor or proofreader, thus the writer requests your indulgence and forgiveness for any typos, misspelled or missing words, bad grammar or punctuation, run on sentences, etc. The logic of the story is convoluted and difficult to follow even by the writer.
 

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Sir Schlock Heims and the Matter of Little Consequence, Episode/Chapter 15

The Matter of Little Consequence

Episode 15

 

Oblivious to all that transpired at the change of British Army command welcoming party held that night at Westminster Palace, which everyone else had attended, Sir Schlock was ill prepared for any flashback from it or from little Consequence’s direct action during it. He had no idea of the depth of the complications that would ensue. His involvement was still at a distance, but not for long. He had stayed at his flat and enjoyed his usual sherry before bed, and after listening to a bit of British comedic banter on the tube, he heard nothing serious whatever that could disturb his having a good night’s sleep.

The next morning, Sir Schlock started his usual, habitual, ritualistic, and complaisant review of his pile of “madder” folders by reading his London morning newspaper. Not that he cared what the news was, as he knew well that if a “madder” involving him were in any report, he would be sought out and learn from the party contacting him much more than the news reports said. But this morning he noticed immediately the large photo of the general assuming command of the British Army at the party at the Westminster Palace the night before. This was very unusual, as parties there were never reported on, much less photos taken and shown on the front page of newspapers. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he had not the slightest idea why that occurred.

MI6 had prepared far more than that for trouble from that party. They had enlisted the services of one of their most experienced agents, one who was used to attending such festive, politically sensitive, and highly regarded events. Not knowing whether this one would turn into a pedophile petting party after the general was welcomed as the new British Army commander, they wanted to be sure that more than little Consequence got all due attention during it.

The agent they picked for this very secret and, also, very sensitive task, an agent attending whom even WW was not to be made aware, was a man named “Harley Quinn.” His code name was “Harley Davidson,” which was readily converted to become “HD,” the one that he used with the public most often. He could mingle with outlaw bikers using it, with their always thinking it meant the name of the motorcycles they drove. He even had a Harley Davidson tee-shirt with large “HD” letters on the back for that purpose. Most who saw it thought it meant High Definition, as HD is used frequently and commonly to refer to quality video formats. The younger and lower ranking officers in MI6 had their own names for him that they only used in private: they called him variously “Shovel Head,” or “Flat Head,” or “Pan Head,” after the styles of engines used on old Harley Davidson motorcycles.

HD’s assigned mission was to attend the party as an old army friend of the new commander of the British Army. MI6 arranged for his dossier in the army to include being in that officer’s command when they were young and just starting out in the army, that way no one would be suspicious due to HD’s obviously not being a youngster. While there, he was to watch carefully the activities of Prince Andrew, if he attended, and those around him. If so, he was not to leave the party until the prince did, or at least until sufficient information had been gleaned to make further attendance unneeded. This made his assignment somewhat difficult when the general, his supposed old friend, left the party abruptly early on. Not expecting anyone to notice that he did not leave at about the same time, he lingered while the prince chatted absent-mindedly with the three young looking girls at his table. After the room had cleared, all except those especially welcomed regulars, who usually attended those parties at Westminster Palace, were gone. This made it much easier to observe their activities, but as HD was not one of the regulars, his continued presence was immediately cast into question by the pedophile party planners.

One of their most careful members came to HD and started a friendly chat. His entire purpose was to discover why HD was still there among them. Perhaps he wanted to join in the party, the inquisitor uneasily speculated. If so, he would have to be vetted for membership. As a result of little Consequence having called a halt to the formal ceremony for the general by having given him the floor for his speech early and most unexpectedly, the time was yet early for a lengthy party to continue. Consequence had made the event even more pronounced than it usually was, given that they used occasions, such as this promotion of the Army commander, as an excuse to assemble there for a party later. Anticipation was growing among the regular members of the pedophile party, but they had to wait for all non-members to depart of their own accord. The seated attendees gradually thinned out, one by one or two by two, but HD still remained.

To make it not so apparent that he was there for MI6’s purposes, HD had to feign getting a bit tipsy. He started to slur his words just a little and ordered more alcoholic beverages as he sat there alone apparently mulling over the occasion of his old friend’s elevation to commander of the British Army.

At a table next to his sat another lone guest. He was the inquisitor for the party regulars and purposely had moved there to be close to HD without his apparently noticing it. HD did notice, of course, but he did not show any sign of that. A short while passed, and the man at the other table said to HD, “My good man, how about if I buy you a drink? I don’t come to these very often, so I don’t know many others.”

HD turned slightly to see who was addressing him and replied in a slurred way, “Tanks, mayte, I jus ordred an udder me seff. Whar’s da man’s loo?”

Pointing to the door in which little Consequence had gone into and returned from when changing everyone’s plans for the evening, the man said, “You are very welcome, my man. See you when you come back.”

HD knew that the man would be waiting for some invasive talk, so he took his time getting out of his chair, apparently with some slight difficulty, and made a winding course to the door to which the man had pointed. Of course, HD knew very well that little Consequence had used that door, as he was a well-trained professional observer and had watched carefully what she did while she was still there. He wanted to see what was behind that door, and this was the perfect excuse to do so.

Having observed that the control room for the lights and sound and control of the small stage curtains, which were at one end of the room nearest to where Prince Andrew sat, he went to the loo and came back out slowly and circumspectly, still feigning being a little drunk. He was planning his next moves with this interloper. When he had sat down, the man struck up another chat from the other table saying, “You found it OK?”

HD, then said, “First cab off the rank,” which is an Aussie saying intended by him to mean being first class and being able to do what he wanted with no problem.

This confused the questioner until he realized that this man might be an Aussie. He had used the word “mate,” or in his seemingly tipsy state, he had pronounced it as “mayte.” Curiosity got the best of him at that realization. What was an Aussie doing at this very stuffy British affair? He replied to HD, “Good show, mate, how about if I join you for a chat, as we are both sitting alone?”

Oh good, thought HD, now I will have a lot of fun with this British dunce. He pretended not to hear the question, and when asked again, he turned and said in a slurred way, “Oh, I dunno, I git me seff a bit under the weater, so’s I no good fer chats.”

The man did not take his refusal seriously, as he believed that the HD was a bit out of it with alcohol. He came over anyway and, taking a seat across the table from HD, started his inquest with a faked attempt at being compassionate. He said, “How are you? You seem to be a bit beside yourself now. I am a British Member of Parliament from Suffolk, and I have seen others on occasion needing some assistance to get home after these events.”

HD, looked up from his drink, which he had been staring at absentmindedly while carefully observing everything the intruder did, and said, “Aw tanks, mate, I do be fine now. Whar’s Suffolk?”

This lack of knowledge about the English country and the major places in it went far toward convincing the man, who had not yet given his name, that HD was a foreigner and most likely an Aussie. Having checked on the entrance application that MI6 had submitted to the Westminster Palace before HD was permitted to attend, the man knew that he had been in the British Army with the general years ago. Perhaps they had been in Australia together, and perhaps this man had then been an Aussie SAS officer. He knew that HD was Harley Davidson, but he could make no connection between this HD and the motorcycles. Harley motorcycles are American, and long ago there probably were few, if any, in Australia.

Attempting to answer HD’s question caused the man to have to consider the means to do so, his not having a map to which to refer. Besides, Harley would not necessarily be able to see what he was saying if he did, so he replied, “Oh, mate, it’s the place where Suffolk Downs races are held, and it is not too far from here. Nothing is too far from here, as everything is too far from there in Australia.” This comment about Australia was intended to prompt an Aussie response to confirm his nationality.

HD knew what was happening and that his drunken state and accent had worked, but not completely yet. He knew that this was a ploy and that he had to answer it in a way that lead to confirmation of whatever this man thought about him. Suspecting that Australia was a good place to plant himself in the past, he said, “Kangaroos are mean critters. They kick. I’ you’s goin’ there, watch out for dem.”

The man ignored his last remark as a confirmation of sorts and went back to his introduction of himself to Harley so that his name could be known and used in their conversation. “No, I don’t think it is the proper thing for a BHP to go traveling around like that, but so you know I am known as George, George Titwillow.” That was a name he made up on the spur of the moment thinking that this half drunk Aussie would remember it and not what he looked like. Wrong!

HD could not pass up the opportunity to insult the man for using this silly name, as he knew that there were no such BMPs with that name, he said, “Oh George, may-te, ha’d ya git sucka handle as “Tittywillow?” Then he laughed out loud at his own joke in a sort of drunken way.

George, whoever he was, could not take seriously or get offended by such a drunken statement, so he replied, “Matey, my stuffy ol’ father gave it me, and it has been of some use.” At this comment he then laughed at his own joke, but it was a way for him to introduce the idea of sex into their chat. He had no idea that HD had purposely slanted the talk further that way for the very same reason. He wanted some familiarity established between them that could be used as an entrance into the pedophile subject.

“Have you been to these kinds of affairs before, mate?” asked George. “I have just been to a few on important occasions to celebrate big happenings in England. You know, as a BMP, I am expected to make a showing at those times.”

This comment fed into HD’s plans perfectly. “You’s don’ say, nawh, I don’ bin heea before dis. Wha’s a BMD? I’s heared bout BMWs, but no BMDs, and you’s don’ look like a Beemer to me.” HD broke into laughter at his own joke, as drunks are inclined to do.

Thinking that HD had not heard him say “BMP” properly, meaning in Britain as everyone knows “British Member of Parliament,” George began to think their conversation was a complete waste of his time. What use did he have for the results of a conversation with a drunken Aussie? He could confirm his information on the entry form used to gain HD’s admittance, and not much else was going to be of use. Anything that transpired at the party that was being held up by this drunk’s presence would not be remembered, so not to worry, or so George thought. He gave a preplanned signal for the party to begin with HD being the only non-regular partygoer present.

The anticipation of the night’s lascivious events had grown waiting for his signal, so when he gave it, the curtain at the end of the room promptly rose. The lights came up on the small stage and there were about twenty very young girls dressed in tight imitation Playboy bunny costumes with a picture of Hello Kitty on the front. But instead of rabbit ears, they had kitten ears on their heads. In the very center was a girl of about eleven years old, the only one with a sash and crown on. The sash said in large letters, “Queen for the Eve.”

HD could not believe his eyes. This was going on in Westminster Palace with BMPs present? He quickly had the hidden camera on his tie tack, which had been emblazoned with a military honorific to disguise its size and which was operated remotely from in his pocket, take a shot of this opening ceremony. The music started and the girls started to dance provocatively with their hands in the air or on their behinds. Being so young, not one over fourteen, they did not know how to do the adult version of the dance. They smiled with a put-on faked smile, obviously not out of their enjoyment of this moment.

During the dance on stage, HD had pretended to be more interested in his glass of liquor than what they were doing on stage. He decided it was the time to make his departure, as he could not stand to see those little girls abused, and he had all the evidence that he needed about the goings on there. Prince Andrew, he noticed, seemed transfixed by those girls and their dance, and he took a tie tack photo of his being so entranced. Then HD notice that the three girls that had been with him were no longer seated there. A short time into the dance, they appeared on stage wearing ribbons in their hair and a very short skirt, rather like cheerleaders wear.

HD got up unsteadily and said he had to shove off now. George offered to help him out, and HD said that the “Brits” had left him a car and driver “‘cause I’s an old mayte of da’ general.” He departed unsteadily to keep up his drunken charade without seeing more of their show and went directly to MI6 headquarters to write a report of what he had seen and submit his photos taken there.

Sir Schlock was seeing the beginning of his “madder with little Consequence” starting afresh, though that did not occur to him yet. He was very struck by the general’s modest and yet rousing speech, of which a reporter had had the foresight to make an audio recording on his cell phone. He hardly bothered to notice more about the photo on the newspaper’s front page in which Prince Albert with the three young girls was clearly to be seen to the right of the general. But plenty of others did notice them with him. This was a clear indication that something was amiss at the party, and MI6 knew what that was even before the newspaper was being published that morning.

But, Sir Schlock, the famed barrister, solicitor, and knighted “Sir,” did not yet see that he was sitting at the center of a storm of controversy brought about with same little Consequence, but now as an agent provocateur. He had not the slightest idea how this story involved him, but the hairs on his neck seemed to understand. A new Madder of Little Consequence was about to consume his time and energy, and he felt ill at ease not knowing why or how that could be, though he sensed that it would.

MI6 summoned WW to their HQ very early to give them the benefit of his observations, having already read HD’s report and seen his photos. WW was glad to finally be able to reveal that the folder titled “Matters of Little Consequence,” which he said he had seen in the Top Secret vault, was really of utmost importance, as he had discovered that the beginning basis for answering the question of the possible existence of a pedophile ring in Westminster Palace was seen the night before. He reported that this “little Consequence,” the one that he had taken to the party, was one and the same as that girl who had disappeared and had been sought years ago, but the subject had been ignored since that folder had been placed at the back as a dead file issue. He could confirm that she had not been kidnapped and made a sex slave there, but he could also confirm that there were very suspicious activities that may have followed his departure with her.

This report and HD’s came immediately to the attention of MI6’s commanding officer. But what was to be done? The political situation in addition to having a royal involved made the issue very sensitive and dangerous to pursue, but even more dangerous to ignore. What were they to do with this young officer, WW, who had revealed the truth about little Consequence and critically exposed their dead case file for being ignored? Was he to be promoted or chastised for making the commands of MI6 look culpable for having done so? There were legal issues to address as well, and the entire command was put on notice by the ensuing confusion that something was amiss, but not what it was.

Little Consequence and her mother had seen enough of London now, and the Westminster Palace was their final tour. They were ready to return to their home in New York State, so they booked a flight to Canada as before. After returning home from Canada by car, they settled into their more usual life style. Little B.S., no longer a puppy, was overjoyed to see little Consequence again, and the feeling was mutual. All seemed normal with their life as it could be expected to be again, but that was not to last.

Having been to London and seen the historic sites, little Consequence was excited to research the historic beginnings of that city. She found that it had been a Roman city, and she began to look into the history of the Roman occupation. She found that the wall built by the Emperor Hadrian, and called after him “Hadrian’s Wall,” had been built to divide England from Scotland. The people of the north in today’s Scotland had been such fierce and invasive fighters from whom the Romans wanted the wall’s protection.

That lasted until a leader of those proud northerners, whom the Romans referred to as barbarians, with their army broke down a major section of the wall and successfully invaded Roman territory. This leader was going then by the name of John “the Grim,” or “Black John” due to his having very dark eyes. This destruction of the wall and invasion made the Romans think twice about staying in what is now England, so they went back to Rome. As time passed, the descendants of John “the Grim” became the esteemed Graham of Montrose Clan of Scotland.

Little Consequence saw herself as the Princess of Aphrodite, so she was enthralled to find a history about a man for whom she could feel respect. She was the princess who could be his first and only wife, so perhaps she was.

As little Consequence was musing over this romantic tale, guess who was not: Laura Norder! Oh yes, she has been brought back into the fray due to the story of Prince Andrew’s picture appearing with three young girls on the front page of all the London newspapers at a Westminster Palace party. The picture of Prince Andrew at the party had come to the attention of many on the internet who had republished it and pointed him out in it sitting with the three girls. That royal exposure made the story appear in U.S. publications and world wide, both on the internet and in print.

Laura knew that the involvement of Westminster Palace in this growing international scandal could bring new attention to her. She remembered well that she had been the source of any “Westminster” involvement in matters of little Consequence when she had introduced herself to Sir Schlock Heims, even though she was actually from Westchester County. In addition, she had contacted her counterparts in the British police and reported the possible kidnapping of little Consequence to them, so she was very much personally involved in the story. Her past was catching up with her again! What to do this time, she wondered? If Sir Schlock is to be collared, she was the only one who could do it. How she could do it without risking her reputation was the big question in her mind.

The question remained still in Laura’s mind of whether little Consequence had been taken to London by a Mrs. Ly, not her real mother but her handler, to be trapped in Westminster Palace as a young sex slave. Laura had no idea that MI6 knew that that was not true, even though the pedophile ring had been in evidence at the party after the general and his army contingent departed. She did not know that little Consequence was living in New York State, Laura’s own home state, for if she had, she would have known that any such suspicions of kidnapping were unfounded. Therefore, her concerns remained about little Consequence’s fate and could not be dismissed.

Laura called London again and talked to her counterparts in the police. They, too, had seen the newspaper photo of Prince Andrew and the three young girls, and they had heard the scuttlebutt going around among their authorities on what was to be done about it. So, when Laura called, they were uncharacteristically evasive in their answers to her queries. This confirmed Laura’s suspicions that she was onto something that could reveal the truth of little Consequence’s having been kidnapped. It lead, furthermore, to her suspicion that Sir Schlock had been part of the team along with his sidekick, Dr. T.V. Whatson. If she could get the evidence, she then would fulfill her fondest dream of capturing and humiliating the great Sir Schlock. This became her first priority once again.

End of Episode 15

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A new musical montage of art that has been previously posted without animation was inspired by +Bettina Me by her way of emphasizing her photos in videos and then by using the music just  as accompaniment. In this new one of mine, the pictures were put in and animated first, and the music was used then to decide their animation timings.

It is set to a very popular love song sung by Demis Roussos, a Greek singer, who sang "Adiós, Amor, Adiós" with that song title, meaning in English "Goodbye, My Love, Goodbye." The Greek words were not understandable to me, so I just used the feeling I got from his singing when composing this video. Then I found the lyrics on the internet.

Here below are both versions of the lyrics with their English translation from the Greek shown first:

Adiós, Amor, Adiós," or "Goodbye, My Love, Good Bye" in English:

Hear the wind sing a sad, old song
It knows I'm leaving you today
Please don't cry or my heart will break
When I go on my way

Chorus:

Goodbye my love goodbye
Goodbye and au revoir
As long as you remember me
I'll never be too far

Goodbye my love goodbye
I always will be true
So hold me in your dreams
Till I come back to you

See the stars in the skies above
They'll shine wherever I may roam
I will pray every lonely night
That soon they'll guide me home

Chorus repeats here.

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Now for a transliteration from the Greek lyrics that he sings in this video (I hope, as I don't speak Greek):

Lyrics to "Adiós Mi Amor, Adiós"

Si no hablaras, tal vez mejor decir:
Te quiero, mi amor
Sin hablar, yo tal vez podré decir: Amor, me voy.

Adiós, amor, adiós, no tienes que llorar
Por muy lejos que estés, me sentirás cerca de ti.

Adiós, amor, adiós, ya es hora de partir
Mas pronto volveré, a donde fui feliz.

Si no hablaras, tal vez mejor decir: Te quiero, mi amor
Sin hablar, yo tal vez podré decir: Amor, me voy.

Adiós, amor, adiós, no tienes que llorar
Por muy lejos que estés, me sentirás cerca de ti.

Adiós, amor, adiós, ya es hora de partir
Mas pronto volveré, a donde fui feliz.

Goodbye, my love, goodbye, no tienes que llorar
Por muy lejos que estés, me sentirás cerca de ti.

Goodbye, my love, goodbye, ya es hora de partir
Mas pronto volveré, a donde fui feliz.





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I apologize for the use of the title of the song in video, "Adios, Mi Amor, Adios," as that apparently is slightly incorrect, but it is the title I found used with the music on the internet.

Here is the Musical Montage of artworks set to that song. :

 

Musical Montage set to "I've Always been Crazy" by Waylon Jennings (2:50)

Musical Montage set to I've Always Been Crazy - Waylon Jennings

Musical Montage of Photos set to Hotel California by The Eagles

This Musical Montage of photos that were taken by The Unknown Artist some ten years ago in Baja California, Mexico was set to the song "Hotel California" by The Eagles. It is one of the first four such musical video montages done by this artist. Many of the photos were animated using computer graphics to try to somewhat fit with the words of the song. Many of the animations had to be done manually at that time, as video animation software was then not nearly as advanced as now. It has a play time of 6:30.

Collection 266 of art by The Unknown Artist

This is Collection 266 of mixed media, computer graphics and oil on canvas by The Unknown Artist. The last one in the collection made use of one photograph along with three mixed media paintings. This shows the order in which they were produced with no others in between them.

Collection 266

Seeking Her Solitude

Shadows on the Hills

Kindling the Flame

Morning Lark

Musical Montaqe set to "Burn Slowly the Candle of Life"

This is a very brief (a little over a minute) Musical Montage of art set to the last part of "Burn Slowly the Candle of Life" by The Moody Blues.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B5K_GMlRcG7-SWxsUkhTc1hyOFE/view?usp=sharing

"Shadows on the Hills"

Mixed media computer graphics and oil on canvas by The Unknown Artist

New art by The Unknown Artist

"Seeking Her Solitude," mixed media computer graphics and oil on canvas by The Unknown Artist

The old nursery rhyme says, "MARCH winds and April showers Bring forth May flowers." In this instance, as now is definitely the start of March, the rhyme has not predicted so a windless period as now. The showers and flowers are yet to appear, also, and this little video is a playful reminder that all is not what it appears to be sometimes.

The song, "Anything Could Happen" as sung by Ellie Goulding, was set to some creativity by a geek (no, not Greek) who really likes colors.