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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