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 Robert and George sat back in the car.  They had run the gauntlet of
reporters without telling them a thing.

   "Were you aware of Frank's medal?" George asked but Robert shook his
head.

   "Not a word!  If I did it would have helped his cause a lot.  I wish I'd
known more about it!" George considered this for a few minutes and then
recalled the actions of Cathy earlier.  He hunted for the right button on
the control panel.

   "Communications section!  Charlene speaking.  Is there a problem?" The
woman on the screen was young and quite pretty making both men smile in
pleasure.

   George shook his head.  "Hello Charlene.  I'm George Douglas and this
gentleman beside me is Robert Smythe.  We need some information.  The
person we're interested in is Frank Webb - current address 34 North Row. 
We need particular data regarding an award of a medal during the Falklands
conflict and any subsequent data available."

   Charlene could be seen tapping away on a keyboard as she repeated the
information, "Frank Webb - Falklands and later.  Okay sir, we'll find out
what we can.  Do you require verbal or hard copy?"

   Robert seemed surprised at the question, he was ready to write down
anything he could, "You're able to print out the information and get it to
us?" He asked.

   Charlene smiled, "Certainly sir.  All the vehicles have full
communications and command equipment, including computers and printers."
She looked stunned for a moment and then reported, "In fact we have the
information ready for you now sir!", and then she relaxed as she read the
data on her screen.

   "Already!" Robert exclaimed.

   "It seemed that we were expecting your request, Mr.  Smythe.  In fact we
have also included data on Kenneth Webb as well.  You may find it
interesting." She pressed some more keys and then a noise from beneath
their seats could be heard.

   "Is there anything else gentlemen?" Charlene said with a smile.

   George returned the smile and said, "Not at the moment Charlene. . ."
And then a thought struck him, "although you did say all the cars have
communications.  Would it be possible to contact the one that our children
are in?"

   "Yes sir, do you want me to connect you?" Charlene asked.  At George's
nod she then said, "Connecting you now sir, goodbye." and the screen
blanked for a few seconds before a happy scene was shown.

   ----------------

   In their car the girls and Su were still laughing over the reporter who
had received a shock from the handle.

   When George cleared his throat Cathy looked at the screen.  "Daddy!" she
exclaimed.

   "Hello Cabbage.  I'm glad you're all getting on so well," George said to
his daughter.

   "Oh yes, Su's been very nice to us.  I see you've getting used to the
cars.  Are we going to get one?"

   George chuckled, "I'm afraid not, Cathy.  We'd never be able to afford
one." At her expression both men laughed out loud.

   "Daddy if you're going to be so mean I'll hang up." She gave a small
look at Su, "Although I'd need to find out how first." She finished
smiling.

   Su shook her head, "I'm not going to tell you.  You have to honour your
parents and obey them in everything," she told Cathy

   George smiled at that.  "You see cabbage; Su is a lot older and wiser
than you, so I suggest you listen to her."

   "Yes daddy," Cathy said, also smiling.  "Su's very interesting - she's a
martial artist, but she doesn't use a brush or canvas."

   "As you said, she's the type of person you don't want to get angry with
you!" George said dryly.

   "But sir!  The best use of such knowledge is in knowing when not to use
the art." Su said with a slight bow

   Robert then spoke up, "But what about the reporter at the police
station?"

   Su blushed slightly, "Sir, he touched your daughter.  I'd already warned
him not to but he continued.  He brought it on himself!"

   "And what if I decided to spank my daughter.  Would you protect her
then?" Robert asked, smiling.

   Su shook her head.  "It is the prerogative of the parent to chastise
their child; I am not protecting her from you, just people who would do her
harm.  Anyway they had to learn that neither of your children should be
disturbed."

   Robert nodded his head.  "Thank you Su.  I'm pleased that you are
looking after the girls!  Now we've got some reading to do, how do we sign
off?"

   Su smiled.  "Press the second button and the screen will switch off and
retract."

   Robert smiled, "Thank you Su.  You girls listen to her and obey
everything she tells you!  And if you disobey her I give her permission to
chastise you." He waited for both girls to agree before he switched off the
screen.  He then reached for the printed matter on the floor, noticing that
each page was numbered.  He started reading, passing each read page to
George.

   ---------------

   In their car the two girls were giggling away at Robert's orders.

   "As if we wouldn't listen to you!" Cathy said to Su, "You're so easy to
listen to."

   Su laughed "That's because of what Sharon's father told me."

   "Nearly!  Is it difficult to learn some holds and things, I mean could
you teach us?" Cathy asked Su earnestly.

   Su bit her lip considering the situation.  She could teach the girls
some basic holds in a short time, but they'd need to practise time and
again and Su wasn't sure how much time they'd be together.

   "I could but you'd have to promise to keep up the lessons when this is
over.  The worst thing is to start a new skill and then give it up because
it gets hard." She looked at both girls, studying their faces

   "Will I learn how to hit a man like you did?" Sharon asked

   Su laughed.  "You will learn how to but more importantly when NOT to do
that!"

   Cathy frowned, "That sounds backwards to me shouldn't you know when to
hit somebody?"

   Su shook her head.  "No you have to learn how to focus your mind on a
single object, the way of peace is harder than that of war.  For when you
fight you rush straight in and do not think.  When you strive for peace you
have to work to prevent harm to both yourself and your aggressor."

   Cathy nodded her head seeing the truth in Su's words, "So what could you
teach us here?"

   Su was surprised but could see that Cathy was serious and that Sharon
was also interested.  "Well first you have to learn how to relax." She
moved the seat out of her way and sat on the floor.  She moved her legs
into the Lotus position.  "I don't think you will be able to attain this
position so I suggest you just cross your legs and then close your eyes."
The two girls did the same, although they found that they couldn't bring
their legs into the same position and followed her suggestion.  "Now just
close your eyes and take a deep breath . . .  hold it for a moment . . . 
now exhale and breathe normally for a couple of breaths . . .  Now another
deep breath, and hold it"

   The remainder of the trip was carried on with Su coaching the girls
though relaxing and then focusing their thoughts inwards.

   --------------------------------

   In their car Robert and George were going though the papers sent to
them. Learning about the man called Frank Webb.  And then found they were
looking at information about Second Lieutenant Frank Webb.  At least that
was his rank when he left the army, having gained a field commission during
the Falklands incident.

   "He's been very cagy about his past, hasn't he?" George said after a
while.  Robert nodded

   "Indeed, almost as if he didn't want us to know about him."

   "I didn't know anything went on in West Falkland I thought it was all
Port Stanley that the Argies were interested in." George commented

   Robert made a few notes on a pad, "Okay so we've got a Second Lieutenant
who served with honour during the Falklands war, what else has he done?"

   "Well there's this from a couple of years ago.  He witnessed a road
accident and was able to provide first aid to the victim until the
ambulance arrived and also was able to give the officers enough information
for them to arrest the driver of the main vehicle involved." George read
from the sheets.  "In fact there was a request from the ambulance service
that he'd be given an award."

   Robert looked up "Why didn't he get it?"

   George read on and shook his head.  "He turned it down, said that he
didn't need it!"

   Robert shook his head, "Pity it would have helped if he'd got it." And
then he smiled, "But it might be better now!" He exclaimed, at George's
look he explained, "We can show that he's not the type to crave attention
but is willing to offer aid where needed.  I hope that the prosecution
won't pick up on that.  They might say that he's trying to keep a low
profile."

   "Yes!  But with his family would you want to advertise your home town?"
George offered

   Robert smiled and nodded.  "That's right.  You've got the right idea
there.  We'll develop it as a reason in court."

   George looked at Robert in amazement.  "What do you mean we?  You're the
criminal side, I'm business!"

   Robert laughed.  "George you've never learnt that a case is a case. 
You'll be able to act as a junior on this.  And you may learn something
also."

   "Okay Robert if you say so!  Now what information do we have about Ken
Webb?"

   They started to read on.  Ken and his brothers were criminals while very
young, progressing from shoplifting to simple breaking and entering.  They
weren't very good at it!  Their juvenile record was one of court
appearances nearly every eight or nine months, but due to their age all
they received was a slap on the wrists and told not to do it again!  Which
meant absolutely nothing!

   When they were old enough to get into serious trouble they disappeared
from their neighbourhood, only to re-appear a year later.  Where they went
to was not chronicled.  Now however they were more organised.  Almost as if
they were being coached in their work.

   They were used by the local moneylenders as `collection enforcers'.  The
type of collectors that weren't unwilling to accept an arm and a leg, they
accepted all major organs as well!  This time when they were arrested the
cases had to be dropped due to the witnesses suddenly losing their
memories.

   The police part of the report listed over a hundred cases that had to be
dropped, time wasted by lack of help.  The last attempt to get money from a
client was how Joey got picked up by the police.  The man had moved away to
London in an attempt to escape the attention of the Webb brothers.  Joey
had decided that he could follow and convince the man to pay.  However when
he grasped the man by his shirt the police closed in and arrested Joey. 
(It had all been set up by an un-named organisation interested in the
brothers - but wasn't mentioned in the file).

   "And then Ken and Pete decided to come here and try to get Brother Joey
out, and found that he wasn't held under normal police custody but this new
fangled scheme.  Then they decided to take matters into their own hands!"
Robert concluded.

   George nodded, "Well it all seems clear when put that way.  But we're
going to have to prove that Frank had given up his life of crime when he
left home!"

   Robert waved that away with his hands, "His record speaks for him,
George.  Remember that!" The car slowed down and stopped; they heard the
locks on the doors opening.  "I think we're there now.  Let's see if the
magistrates are ready for us!"

   ----------------------

   They left the car and, after waiting a few seconds, they were joined by
the girls with Su.  Although their eyes were bright they weren't breathing
hard.  George raised an eyebrow at Su who dropped her eyes.

   "The girls wanted to know if they could learn a little of my skills. 
I've shown then how to breathe and concentrate," Su confessed to the men.

   "No.  That's okay Su.  Cathy could do with a bit of slowing down,"
George said, smiling.

   "Thank you Dad!" said Cathy quietly to him but she was also smiling.  He
tousled her hair as she cuddled to him.

   "Hu-hm!  If I could get you inside, George.  We do have a case to
defend!" Robert was watching the pair while holding onto his own child. 
"If Su will take the girls into the court while George and I get gowned
up?" Su bowed again and led the girls away.

   They walked into the courtroom and settled in seats in the gallery, as
George and Robert were in the robing room where they had their gowns and
wigs.  They were preparing themselves when a voice spoke up.

   "I say which one of you two is Smythe?" The voice came from an elderly
man who was also donning a robe and wig.

   "I am," said Robert "And you are?"

   "Completely annoyed that's what I am.  How dare you steal my client like
some damned ambulance chaser!" The man's tone was angry but Robert just
smiled, he'd worked out who this man was.

   "George, may I introduce you to Mr.  Patrick Crimmonson.  He purports
himself to be the solicitor for the Webb Brothers!  Mr.  Crimmonson, this
gentleman is George Douglas who is going to act as my junior.  You may have
heard of him?  His daughter was the other young lady abducted by your
client."

   Crimmonson blustered away.  "I'd like to point out that my client has
never admitted to such a crime, unlike yours!"

   To that tirade Robert turned to George.  "You see how quickly the job
can change people, George.  We'll see you in court Crimmonson.  Oh and by
the way!  You were wrong with what you told Frank!"

   This made Crimmonson pause in mid sentence ". . .  What?  What was
that?"

   Robert smiled again, "You told my client that you'd charge him with
libel.  You were wrong - it would have been slander!  Any 2nd year student
would have told you that!  If you're going to be so inaccurate with words
I'd suggest you buy a dictionary!  Come along George, I need to check with
our client - he should have arrived by now!" Robert walked out of the
robing room with George in tow.

   Behind them they could hear Crimmonson shouting ". . .  An interview
between a client and his solicitor is private and must never be repeated to
anyone . . ."

   Robert turned slightly and said to George.  "I know I shouldn't have
done that but I just couldn't resist it."

   ---------------------------

   The court was in session.  Frank Webb and Ken Webb were in the dock -
separated by police officers at Clark's suggestion.  Crimmonson was now
addressing the magistrate.

   ". . .And I must object to the prosecution's use of the word gangster
with regards to my client.  He has never been tried for any crimes and
apart from some early indiscretions as a youth he doesn't have a criminal
record to speak of.  This accusation by the police following the tragic and
needless death of his brother Pete at the hands of callous police thugs . .
."

   "Mr.  Crimmonson." The magistrate spoke out.  "I will not have the good
name of our police force blackened in this court.  I have already read the
reports and watched the videos created by your client - this court is
interested in arranging the dates for the trial of the two accused.  You
have the opportunity of showing me why your client has refused to say
anything to the police regarding the case. . ."

   "Your honour!" Crimmonson broke in, "My client is not being
recalcitrant. But he feels with all the press coverage that anything he
says will be taken out of context!"

   "Mr.  Crimmonson I do not like being interrupted in my own court.  Now
can you show me any reason why I shouldn't following the suggestion of the
police in holding your client in remand?"

   "Well your honour, I was trying to point out that my client has had no
criminal charges successfully brought against him and that there is no
reason why he couldn't be released on bail on his own recognisance."

   The prosecuting council rose at that point.  "With all respect your
honour the accused has a history of crime which the . . ."

   "With respect to my honourable friend my client has never been
successfully prosecuted for any crime!  So how can he have a history?  I
submit that this is all a devious plot by the police to further incriminate
my client."

   The magistrate's gavel struck on the desk.  "Mr.  Crimmonson I will not
warn you again.  Now do you have anything further to say about your client
or may we move on to the other accused."

   Crimmonson looked through his papers before looking up.  "Err, no your
honour nothing further to say.  But I do wish to be able to speak later if
necessary!"

   The magistrate nodded his head.  "Very well Mr.  Crimmonson.  Mr. 
Smythe I believe you are representing Mr.  Frank Webb." Robert got up and
acknowledged that.  The magistrate continued.  "I'll have to say that I was
approached by other persons questioning your involvement in this case." At
this the magistrate was looking at Crimmonson as he said that.

   Robert didn't follow his look but had already known that this would come
up.  "Your Honour I am aware that this is a highly unusual occurrence but I
must assure both the court and my client that I will be honouring the laws
of the courts and the Bar Association.  However if you think that my
conduct is dubious, during either this presentation or in the main case,
then I would ask that I be taken off the case altogether."

   The magistrate studied Robert for a few seconds.  "This court knows you,
Mr.  Smythe, and recognises your attention to the duty of a solicitor to
his client.  I have also spoken to the Law Society regarding this matter
and they have no reason to question your attention in this matter. 
Strangely enough they did also say that a mistrial could be called if
either I or the judges in the High court thought that any misconduct was
being carried out.  I hope that neither of us has to do that!  You may
continue!"

   Robert bowed, "Thank you, your honour.  I'm afraid my client hasn't been
honest with either of us." He turned to face Frank who looked puzzled. 
"When you gave your name you didn't give us your military rank.  Second
Lieutenant Frank Webb!"

   Frank looked at the magistrate to see if he could answer, "Well Mr. 
Webb, what do you say to that?" the magistrate said.

   "I'm sorry your honour, but I'm no longer in the army and have been out
of it for about fourteen years!  I never use military rank in normal life
so I never use it!" Frank said.

   Crimmonson rose to his feet, "What does it matter how Frank Webb is
called, he's still on the same charge as my client, all we've seen is that
he hides his military name probably for reasons of shame!"

   Robert turned to Crimmonson and smiled slightly, "True, many people hide
their names as they don't want to be reminded of the past." He then
addressed Frank again.  "You are hiding your military record from the court
aren't you, Mr.  Webb?"

   Again Frank looked at the magistrate before speaking.  "No.  I've just
never thought that it would have any bearing on my case." Obviously he was
confused with this he only thought that he was here to answer to his name
and then be told when his case would be tried, but now they were dragging
this out.

   Robert nodded "Normally that would be quite true, however in this case I
think it's quite relevant."

   Crimmonson was again on his feet.  "Your honour what does it matter
about his client's military record.  He's charged with the same offence as
my client and should be treated in the same manner!"

   Robert smiled a Crimmonson again, "So you are implying that your client
is guilty of the charge?  All I'm trying to show is that my client has an
honourable background and is trustworthy"

   The magistrate spoke up.  "Gentlemen, please direct any comments to me.
*I am* the one who has to decide on the matter!  Mr.  Crimmonson please
contain yourself while Mr.  Smythe conducts his submission."

   Robert bowed to the Magistrate, "Thank you your honour.  I would like to
offer to the court the following pages regarding 2nd Lieutenant Frank Webb
and his subsequent behaviour once honourably discharged from the Army."
Robert had managed to copy the pages - about Frank only - and was handing
them to the Usher to pass to the Magistrate and Prosecuting council.

   As the Usher passed Crimmonson, he reached out and grabbed a copy of the
papers and started reading through them.  He looked at Frank a couple of
times as if measuring him with his eyes before placing the sheets down in
front of him.

   "Your honour, all this shows is that when he was younger Frank Webb
showed an interest in army matters, nothing shows of his character since!"
Crimmonson dismissed the papers in that short sentence.

   The prosecution council then rose to his feet, "On the contrary your
honour, the later piece shows that Mr.  Frank Webb has striven to be a
contributing member of society, offering first aid to an accident victim
when he could have left her.  Your honour, the state feels that it has no
opposition to allowing Mr.  Frank Webb bail, but we do want to point out
that due to the nature of the charges placed against him that a secure
location would be preferable."

   Up in the audience gallery Su received a message over her earpiece;
taking out a pad and pencil she quickly wrote down the message and folding
the paper over addressed it to Robert Smythe.  She lent over the rail and
handed the paper to an Usher who took the paper to Robert.

   Robert read the message and smiled up to Su and nodded.  "If I might be
allowed to approach the Bench your honour?"

   The Magistrate looked at Robert and nodded, he left his position and
went to the magistrate's bench, the prosecution and Crimmonson also joined
him there.

   "Your honour, due to the adverse press attention that has been generated
about this case my family and Mr.  Douglas's have been swamped by the
press. They are also encamped outside Mr.  Webb's house causing great
distress to all concerned."

   Crimmonson broke in, "All the more evidence that my client would never
have a fair trial in this matter!"

   The Magistrate just looked at Crimmonson before turning back to Robert,
"So what do you have to ask me?"

   Robert passed the note to the Magistrate who read it and then passed to
the prosecuting council.  "We have no complaints regarding this and it
would reduce the burden to the taxpayer."

   Robert then added, "It would also allow Frank's family to be with him to
support him, which is what he needs." The note was handed back to the
Magistrate who disregarded Crimmonson's attempt to take the note or to read
it.

   The magistrate then dismissed them from the bench and spoke his
decision. "Mr.  Kenneth Webb, due to your attitude throughout this case and
your reluctance to help the police with their enquiries I cannot set bail
but must place you into custody until the trial date." The Magistrate then
looked at Frank.  "Mr.  Frank Webb.  You have been co-operative to the
police; also we have read the various reports concerning your conduct
during the affair.  I've also read the documents submitted by your
attorney. Whereas I'm unable to say how I feel about the matter I will say
that neither I nor the Police feel that you are menace to society.  However
for your own safety I will direct that you are placed in a secure
environment to which Mr.  Smythe has a suggestion.  I hereby direct you to
remain with Mr.  Smythe and Mr.  Douglas until you arrive at the said
destination.  You will make yourself available for further questioning by
the Police.  I will set a bail for you of £50."

   Crimmonson rose to his feet.  "Your honour I must object.  My client is
being victimised by the police and you're remanding him into their custody?
I demand that he be placed under the same conditions as his brother Frank!"

   The magistrate looked coldly at Crimmonson.  "Had your client offered
any defence to the police or tried to help them I might have considered
that!  But he's shown no remorse either for the abduction of those two
girls or the death of his brother Peter Webb.  I hope this gives him ample
time to reflect and re-consider his position." He looked to an Usher. 
"What's the next available date for Crown trial?"

   The Usher looked down a list and gave a date to the Magistrate who spoke
up.  "It appears that the next available date is August 28th.  This case is
adjourned until that date." He banged his gavel and the officers took the
two men back to the Court House cells.

   Robert and George quickly returned to the robing rooms and took off
their gowns and went to the Clerk of the Court where Robert paid the bail
for Frank, trying to ensure that he spent the least amount of time in the
cells.  They were joined by Su, Cathy and Sharon and they waited in the
reception area of the cells.

   --------------------

   Ken smiled at his brother through the bars of the cell.  "This ain't
over yet you know Frank, I've got faith in my solicitor.  I don't think of
your chances with yours.  They're more after your blood than I am!" Ken
told him

   "You don't give up, do you Ken.  You're here just like I am.  And this
time you can't con me by saying I killed old man Wilson!  I've spent too
many years worrying about that."

   "So what?  It made you easier to control until you ran out on us.  But
we'll be able to nail you on that charge anyway!" Ken was crowing away.

   "You're full of hot air Ken!  I heard the tape.  Joey was the killer not
me, and you were the one getting him to blame me!" Frank was almost
snarling away at his brother but Ken was smiling away.

   "You don't understand Frank do you?  What that dammed copper had was
illegal!  They can't use it in court - our mouthpiece would get it laughed
out.  And where does that leave you?  Eh Killer?" Ken was now openly
laughing at his brother.  "Frank Webb!" The voice of the guard disturbed
the brother's conversation.  Frank stood up and waited as the door to his
cell was unlocked and he was escorted to the main desk.

   "Frank Webb.  Pursuant to your conditions of bail!" The sergeant behind
the desk was speaking.  "You will be held at a private secure location and
be available for further questioning by the constabulary.  Failure to do so
will result in custodial incarceration.  Do you understand these
conditions?"

   Frank answered in the affirmative and was asked to sign a document. 
This done he was given back his personal effects and escorted to the
waiting area.

   "Uncle Frank!  Over here." Sharon's voice could be heard above the
normal hubbub of the court area.  Frank walked from the prisoner's area to
the waiting room.  Sharon ran over to Frank and hugged him.  George looked
at Cathy who shrugged.

   "Don't ask me!  She started to call him Uncle and it's stuck!" Cathy
told him.

   He watched her for a moment before asking, "How do you feel about him?"

   She frowned in concentration.  "Well he tried to be nice to us.  He
didn't do anything creepy.  And he was honest!  He didn't like us being
there and he protected us from Ken and Pete." She looked up at her father,
"Yeah dad, I like him like an uncle as well."

   George smiled at her, "So what's stopping you?" He said to her she
grinned and joined Sharon in hugging Frank.

   There was a flash of a camera and then the reporter was out of the room
with his exclusive photograph.

   Robert ran after the man but bumped into a drunk just outside the door;
by the time they'd both picked themselves up the reporter was gone.  The
drunk apologised profusely before staggering off to the exit.

   Robert returned to the girls.  Shaking his head, he looked at George,
"Too late.  I missed him, you know what's going to happen now?  Newspapers
are going to be saying that it's a put up job." He shook his head again. 
"I'm sorry Frank, but things might get hairy from now on."

   Frank looked at Robert "You mean they're not already?" he asked with a
small smile on his face.

   ---------------------

   When they arrived back at the cars Frank went with George and Robert and
the girls went with Su and resumed their relaxation lessons.

   Frank entered the car and sat down in a seat.  George followed him.  But
as Robert went past the door an electronic bleeping started.  Startled,
Robert looked at the driver in puzzlement.

   The driver had removed a wand-like item from his jacket and started
running it over Robert.  He stopped at Robert's pocket.  "Would you mind
removing the contents of your pocket, sir."

   Robert reached inside his pocket and found a small square box that he'd
never seen before.  "What the blazes is it?" he asked.

   The driver smiled coldly, "A tracking bug sir." He then called over a
motorcyclist and handed over the bug.  The cyclist drove off at speed
taking the bug with him.  The driver then started checking Robert again. 
"That's all sir, you should be alright now."

   Robert climbed in to the car again, this time there was no noise
accompanying his entrance.

   Frank looked at Robert as he entered the car, "What was that all about?"
He asked.

   Robert shook his head, "It seems that someone wants to know where we're
going," was all he replied as he settled back in the seat and relaxed.

   As the car drove away a small sports car pulled into the traffic,
keeping its distance from the limousine.  After half a mile the sports car
pulled in and was replaced by an elderly Lada.  Later the sports car
re-emerged and the Lada drove past the Limousine.

   The Sports car kept its distance before the Lada was back and passed by
the limousine; this time the sports car went pass the limousine.  The
chauffeur picked up a microphone and spoke a few words into it.

   A few minutes later the Lada was stopped by a police motorcyclist - a
problem with a broken rear light!  The limousine was soon beyond their
sight.  The chauffeur had a small smile when he saw the sports car ahead of
him it had four flat tyres - there was a policeman with it who was
apologising about the mix up as they were trying to trap a speeding robber.
The car description matched but they missed out on the number plate, so
very sorry and all that.  The sports car driver could be seen banging the
steering wheel as the limousine drove past.

   Even though he had lost their tail, the driver still took no chances
with their travelling he followed a convoluted route to the house and was
relieved when he received confirmation from Control that they were not
being followed.

   He drove up to the main gates of the house which opened electronically
for him - thanks to transponders in the vehicle.  The car arrived at the
main door.  The driver got out of the car and opened the back door.

   "Gentlemen, we have arrived; I believe that someone will be waiting for
you.  I'll return tomorrow to take you Mr.  Smythe and you Mr.  Douglas to
your offices.  I understand that other arrangements are being made for you,
Mr.  Webb." At Frank's look the driver smiled, "Oh nothing like that.  I
think that you are expected to look after your wife and child while you're
here."

   "What?  My Nicola and Kathy?  What are they doing here?"

   The driver shrugged, "I don't know, but I think you'll find your answers
inside." He pointed up the steps to the house.

   George and Robert left the car.  Frank was a bit slower leaving it, but
soon joined then as they walked up the steps to the front door.

   As they got to the door it was opened by Jameson, who had two parlour
maids with him.

   "Ah good evening Gentlemen.  Mr.  Smythe, if you will follow Samantha."
The indicated maid bobbed, "She will take you to the apartment where your
family is situated." He turned to face Frank, "Mr.  Webb, if you will
follow Claire she will take you to your wife and Kathy." The other maid
bobbed and turned.  Robert and Frank followed their respective persons.

   "If you will follow me sir, I have instructions to bring you to our
permanent resident before taking you to your apartment." Jameson turned and
George followed him along a corridor.

   "Jameson, just where exactly am I?" George asked him.

   "This is the long corridor sir.  It's the main hallway of this building.
It's known as Alpha 3 in the organisation." Jameson replied.

   "That wasn't what I meant and you know it, Jameson!" George said.

   "I did understand the question sir, but until I have been given
clearance I'm unable to tell you," Jameson explained, without really
explaining.

   "Okay then.  So who is the person I'm supposed to be meeting?"

   "The lady in question has resided here for several years, but I do
believe you are acquainted with her," Jameson confided to George as they
approached a door.  "If you'll just enter here?" and opened the door to
allow George to enter.

   "Good evening George," said Veronica.

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   Cathy and Sharon were overawed at the house when they arrived.  The only
thing that Cathy recognised was Jameson as he walked down the steps to the
car.  He stood by the door as the driver opened it and helped the three
from the car.

   "Good evening Miss Cathy and Miss Sharon.  And hello again Miss Su; I'm
pleased to see you again."

   Su inclined her head to Jameson in greeting.  "Hello Jameson.  How's the
shoulder?" she asked, smiling.

   Jameson rubbed his right shoulder in memory.  "I recovered, Miss Su. 
Although I don't think I'll be asking for any lessons in the near future."

   Su laughed at that.  "I think you should apply for some more, Jameson.
I'm sure that someone will be able to teach you."

   Jameson gave a small smile at that.  "Possibly Miss, but I don't know
who!" And then as if it had reminded him he turned to the two girls.  "I've
taken the liberty of contacting your schools and letting them know that due
to the current problems you will not be attending." At their smiles he felt
sorry that he had to add.  "I also let them know that I will be continuing
with your lessons.  They have provided me with your courses and curriculum
and they are programmed into the computers in the school room." The faces
of the girls fell when they realised that school would continue.

   "Don't be dismayed." Su said to them, "It's better to learn new things
than to waste time in ignorance."

   "That's easy for you to say." Sharon said, "But I wanted to have fun
after the weekend we've had!"

   Cathy had seen the look on Jameson's face and took pity on him.  "It's
okay Mr.  Jameson.  We'll be there."

   Jameson brightened up at that.  "Thank you Miss Cathy.  And please, it's
just Jameson.  It's been some time since I've had a class of children to
teach, and now I have three!"

   "THREE?" Sharon said looking at Cathy and then Jameson.

   "Why yes, Miss Sharon.  Miss Webb will also be attending.  I have her
school record here as well.  I do hope there won't be any problems with
that?" Jameson just looked at Sharon as he spoke.

   But it was Cathy who replied.  "Of course not, Jameson!  But as you're
our teacher you'll have to be *Mr.  Jameson*; it would be impolite to call
you anything else.  Where is Uncle Frank's daughter?"

   Jameson blinked at her answer but consulted a handheld computer.  "At
the moment Miss Cathy, she's in her parents' apartments.  I will warn you
that your fathers are expected in ten minutes time.  I would suggest that
you take the time to refresh yourselves in your assigned apartments. 
Dinner is scheduled for Seven O'clock and dress is formal.  If you will
follow me I will show you to your apartments.  Oh Miss Su, there is a
request for you to contact Alpha as soon as possible!"

   Jameson walked away leaving an apprehensive Su to climb back into the
car and press the communications button.

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   Jameson led the two girls though the house until he came to a door with
a name plate on it.  The sign said *SMYTHE*.  Jameson opened the door and
entered it.

   "Shouldn't you knock on a door before entering?" Sharon asked him.

   "No, Miss Sharon.  The house servants are expected to take whatever they
find in their stride, and it would take more time to stop, knock and then
wait for an answer.  You'll find all servants are expected to be in their
place when needed," Jameson explained.

   Jameson showed the girls into a large room where a woman was sitting. 
"Mummy!" said Sharon and she ran to where Karen was reading a paper.

   "Hello darling, and how was the police station?  Did you behave
yourself?"

   "Oh it was wonderful.  You should have seen Su.  She hit a man and hurt
his nose!" Sharon gushed out.

   "Why did she do that?" Karen asked her daughter.

   "Well he did try to touch me," Sharon started to say but at her mother's
look she quickly added "Just to get me to turn round I mean."

   "So she was a good bodyguard then?" Karen asked.

   "Yes Mrs.  Smythe.  I think she was," Cathy spoke up.

   Karen looked at her and smiled.  "Cathy.  I'm so glad you here.  How are
you now?"

   Cathy smiled back and nodded, "Oh I'm fine but I think that Jameson
wants to take me to my room."

   Karen looked around and noticed Jameson standing beside the door.  "Ah!
Yes I see, well we'll see each other at dinner I suppose, I'm not sure
where Alison is at the moment but she'll be there as well."

   Jameson went to check his handheld computer again but then decided not
to.  "Very well Madam, I will inform cook.  Mr.  Smythe should be here
soon."

   "I'd better go Mrs.  Smythe.  Goodbye.  I'll see you later Sharon, bye!"
And Cathy left with Jameson leaving Sharon to talk about her day with her
mother.

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   "Your apartment is just down here, Miss Cathy." Jameson intoned as they
walked further down the hall.  They passed some doors which Cathy peeked
into.  "Those are just bedrooms, currently unused at the moment, Miss
Cathy," Jameson informed her.

   "Mr.  Jameson, why do you keep calling me Miss Cathy, why don't you just
call me Cathy?" she asked.

   Jameson stopped walking and looked around the corridor.  "It's perfectly
acceptable for a servant to call the younger owners of a property Master or
Miss and then their Christian names.  To use any other would be
disrespectful.  Miss Cathy."

   "You just added that to be annoying, didn't you?  Anyway I'm not!" Cathy
said with a sweet smile.

   "But Miss Cathy you are here at my master's invitation and so should be
treated as on a par with my master.  And please Miss, if you could just
call me Jameson, I have explained this before." Jameson said as he
continued walking along corridor.

   He arrived at another doorway this time the nameplate showed *DOUGLAS*.
Jameson opened the door and showed Cathy into a room similar to the one
they had left previously.

   "Jameson?" Cathy asked in a strange tone.

   "Yes Miss Cathy?"

   "You said that Frank Webb's family was also here."

   "Yes, Miss Cathy.  Their apartment is further down the corridor.  Do you
foresee any problems?"

   Cathy shook her head.  "Not really I just think it might be easier if
Sharon and I stayed together and Frank did once say he had a daughter our
age."

   "Yes Miss, her name is Kathy although she spells it with at K.  I found
her to be a quiet child but that might just be due to the fuss that's been
created recently."

   "So . . .  she might just need some friends to play with you think?"
Cathy was interested in this new person.

   "Indeed Miss Cathy.  It might draw her out of the shell she seems to be
building for herself.  The publicity about her father has made her rather
self-conscious and she might need reassurance." Jameson looked
uncomfortable as he said this.

   Cathy thought for a moment before looking at Jameson once more.  "Those
spare bedrooms back down the hall?  Would anyone mind if they were used?"

   "Of course not, Miss.  The staff will be happy to do whatever they can,"
Jameson said with a smile.  Then his pocket bleeped.  He removed his
handheld computer and studied the message.  "If you will excuse me Miss, I
have to greet your father.  He will be delayed in arriving as someone else
wants to meet him.

   Cathy smiled at him.  "That's okay Jameson I'll find something to do,"
she said brightly spotting a Playstation sitting by the television.

   Jameson left the girl and walked to a small door.  After following a few
turns he was by the main door.  It was always handy to know these short
cuts.

   Cathy found a game to play and had found which channel was tuned to the
unit and was soon engrossed in shooting the bad guys on the screen and
didn't notice when her father arrived with another person.

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   "Good grief!  So this is where you're living?" George smiled at Veronica
as he approached her chair; she indicated an empty seat and George sat
down.

   "Well, Tim did want someone to stay here to provide employment for the
staff, otherwise they'd be boarding up the windows.  Now tell me about what
happened today." Which George did.

   Veronica was enthralled when she learnt of Frank's history and realised
that he did deserve their help.  She looked at the clock, it was half five.
She had arranged for a surprise for George which had been agreed by Sir
Timothy as necessary - the phrasing of the word seemed strange to her but
she was used to this by now.  Although it did seem needlessly cloak and
daggers at times.

   "So now you're here and until the clamour of the press has died down. 
You know, I think it might brighten up the place to have a proper family
living here, and now there's three of them . . .  Oh, no I'm wrong." She
pressed a bell push on a table beside her.  "It's four families."

   A pair of hands covered George's eyes.  "Guess who?" A familiar female
voice said.

   George gave a mischievous smile that Veronica saw, "Now then . . .  who
can it be?  Helen?  No!  She's too busy at the office to do this! . . . 
Nikki?  No!  She's out of the country."

   "You'd better get my name right or I'll never sleep with you again!" the
voice whispered into his ear.

   "Well if you're going to threaten me I suppose I'd better make an
effort, but don't tell my girlfriend.  Please!" George said grabbing the
hands.  "But then you'd be talking to yourself wouldn't you, Sandra?" He
finished pulling her around and onto his lap.

   "Just how many girlfriends do you have?" Sandra asked trying to look
serious.

   "I can't tell you that!  You might take away my little black book!"
George said in a frightened tone, which was ruined by the twinkle in his
eyes.

   Veronica shook her head at their antics.  "I knew it was wrong to let
you two meet before dinner, now I'll never get anything to eat!"

   George moved Sandra from his lap and rose up from his seat.  "Mrs. 
Coleman, my apologies.  I will take this object from your room, with your
permission of course, and properly chastise it."

   Sandra looked at her mother and winked before saying, "But mother, you
can't allow this barbarian to steal me away like this!"

   "Why not?  At least this time I agree with your choice." Veronica also
rose up.  "If she causes you any problems, George, you have my permission
to spank her.  And Daughter, you must promise to be good."

   "Mother.  I'm always good." Sandra kissed George again, "You tell her,
George."

   George smiled, "Not only is she good, she's also delicious!" he confided
to Veronica, and then smiled at Sandra's shocked `GEORGE!' before dragging
her away.  "We'll see you at dinner, Veronica," he said before leaving the
room.

   Listening to their laughter Veronica smiled.  They were so much like
Will and her when they were younger.

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   Outside the room Sandra pulled close to George.  "How could you say
that?" she asked

   He laughed, "Very easily where you're concerned!  Anyway your mother
should know what you're like.  I think she was like that don't you?"

   She hit him on the shoulder.  "That's not nice!  I never really saw my
parents together, and they were always the proper parents to me." Then the
memory of her father seemed to catch up with her and she sobered up.

   George noticed the change and hugged her, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to
upset you."

   Sandra nodded and wiped at her eyes before she looked up at George,
"It's okay George, I'm still affected by dad's death but only now and
then."

   George kissed her.  "Honey, its fine, we all have people we've lost. 
I'm just glad that you and Veronica are back together."

   "Oh George, what I've missed and all because of my temper.  I was a fool
wasn't I?" She looked into his eyes.

   "If I answer that I'm going to be thumped!  So I won't.  Now how long
are you here for?" George asked her.

   She smiled at him.  "Well Chris is with John for a few days.  I was
going to be here visiting Mom, but she says she's going to be slightly busy
what with the girls as well as Karen and Nichola so I'm not quite sure what
to do." She looked around as they entered the doorway marked *DOUGLAS* and
George opened the door.

   "Tell you what.  Why don't you stay and help your mother.  I'm sure that
the others would appreciate it.  And then I'm sure that Cathy would be
pleased to see you."

   They entered the room to find Cathy sprawled over the floor with a
controller in her hands trying to steer a car through a city; she glanced
up as her father entered the room.

   "Hi Dad, have you seen the games they've got here?" and then she saw
Sandra behind her father.  She dropped the controller and ran to her.  "Hi
Mummy I didn't know you were here.  Are you going to be staying here with
Daddy?"

   Sandra kissed the young girl standing before her.  "Hello Cathy.  Well
if he'll have me I will." Cathy gave a strange smile at Sandra's words but
didn't comment on them.

   "That's great!  He's going to need someone here with him," she said and
then turned to George, "I want to try to see what boarding school's going
to be like and take one of those spare bedrooms down the corridor with
Sharon and Frank's daughter.  Did you know her name's Kathy - like mine but
with a K?  It's going to be very confusing when people speak to us.  Do you
think she'd change her name?"

   George just smiled at Cathy's words and just looked at Sandra before
returning his gaze to Cathy.  "If nobody complains I can't see why not.  As
for changing Kathy's name, that's up to her not you, why don't you change
yours?"

   Cathy thought about that for a moment and then shook her head, "Naw I
prefer mine!  And anyway what could I change it to?  Cat?  Nope I'm staying
as Cathy.  Maybe I could get her to call herself Kay or Kat, she might like
it!"

   "Don't push her, alright?  She might feel as strongly about her name as
you feel about your's.  Now I'm going to have a little chat with Sandra. 
Do you think you'll be able to amuse yourself until we've finished?" George
asked.

   Cathy gave an impish smile and looked at Sandra before answering, "Of
course Daddy.  I'll stay in here until you've finished . . .  chatting,
only don't make too much noise as I'm trying to concentrate on the game."
And she gave a sweet smile before picking up the controller and pointedly
sitting, watching the television.

   George shook his head and led Sandra into what he hoped was his bedroom.
Sandra looked back to find Cathy watching them with a smile on her face.

   "I'm not sure what to do with that young lady.  Either thank her or
spank her!" George said with a smile.

   Sandra laughed at that, "Well she did bring us together.  Did you see
her face earlier."

   George nodded.  "Yes she did catch the innuendo there didn't she?  I
think we're going to have to have that talk soon."

   "What, so she can tell you about the birds and the bees?" Sandra asked
and then laughed at his expression.

   "I give up!  Both of you are as bad as each other!" George shook his
head and then grabbed hold of Sandra and kissed her.

   Sandra stiffened and then relaxed.  Returning the passion of the kiss
and then clinging onto George for support before he broke the kiss.

   "Now then George, what was it you wanted to say?" Sandra asked
breathlessly.  George gathered his thoughts.

   "Well, I was wondering if you'd mind spending the night with me here?"
he asked, "If Cathy's going to be sleeping with Sharon and Kathy I might
get lonely." He tried to get a `lost puppy' look into his eyes which Sandra
caught and laughed at.

   "I could, but what's Cathy going to say?  I mean I haven't got a
nightdress with me." George's eyes lit up when he heard that.

   "The way she's acting at the moment I would think she'd say `Goody!' and
mean it" George told her, getting another thump for saying that.  "Ouch!  I
wonder if marrying you is a good idea?" he asked, but at her look he
explained, "I'm going to need protection if all you're going to do is hit
me."

   She gave a pained look and said, "It's your fault.  You keep saying the
right things at the wrong time!  Anyway just think about me!  I keep
hurting my hands on you!" she showed him her hands, which he took in his
and kissed each one.

   "There little girl, all better!" he said.  "Now was there anywhere else
that I've hurt?" Sandra gave a smile and then nodded.  She whispered into
his ear.  He looked to the door.  "Well I'll take a look at that later
tonight, but I think you should do the same for me, `cause it was the thing
that did it!"

   Sandra pouted and shook her head.  "No it wasn't!  You were the one
using it on me, and this is what you deserve." She drew back her hand. 
George flinched and closed his eyes.  Only to open them when Sandra grabbed
hold of his head and started to kiss him.  She managed to move him across
the room to the bed and the two fell back onto it.  When she saw that he
was watching her she released her hold and smiled at him.  "Thank you, Mr.
Douglas, for not walking away from me.  For being the perfect gentleman. 
And for asking me to be your wife." And then she kissed him again.

   Peeking from the doorway Cathy smirked, she was glad that she found
Chris and managed to get Sandra and her father together.  They seemed made
for each other.  Then her mood dropped slightly there was still the problem
with Chris's father to deal with, but that would have to be another day. 
She looked at a clock in the apartment and decided that it was time to
dress for dinner.  She took one more look through the doorway at her father
and (soon to be) mother, smiled again and then went to her bedroom.

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