EPISODE PROLOGUE:"Jericho is given a very strange mission by Angel Margret; to discover the truth about claims made by a collected soul that he played Napoleon's double; until he was murdered by the Emperor Napoleon I in May 1821. This, he claims, allowed Napoleon to escape in time. Human Records show that Napoleon's soul is indeed missing! The man: a certain Lucas Boucher was born in August 1769 and died, at the age of 51, which exactly matches the life span of the Great Emperor. Physically, he did indeed resemble Napoleon. If he's telling the truth; then what happened to Napoleon Bonaparte and where is his soul now? Alex and Jackie end up performing in a travelling circus and meet some very interesting people who are not sexually repressed."
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First published: 7th February 2021
Status: COMPLETE & PUBLISHED.
Revisions: 5 [last revised August 2020]
Version: Final.
Published Episode No. 25
Previous episode: "Alexandra and the Gladiators."
Next episode: “Alexandra and the Balkan bad boys.”
Angel-in-charge: Margret
Team Assigned: Team 74
Mission: 5 - 093368 - 2 – 1910
OTHER INFORMATION:
This episode contains a very important historical figure; Napoleon Bonaparte and you should be reminded of the 'DISCLAIMER' on the HOME PAGE of this site regarding such interactions appearing in the stories!
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AGE RECOMMNEDATION:
SMOKING - ALCOHOL USE - VIOLENCE [INCLUDING SEXUAL VIOLENCE & BDSM] - STRONG LANGUAGE - GRAPHIC HARD SEX REFERENCES INCLUDING PROSTITUTION AND DIVERSE SEXUAL PRACTISES - DRUG REFERENCES - ANTI-RELIGIOUS SENTIMENTS AND OPINIONS - HUMAN TRAFFICKING - COMMENTS AND BEHAVIOUR THAT MAY OFFEND SOME PEOPLE BUT WERE CONSIDERED 'NORMAL' IN THE TIME PERIOD. |
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Jericho sat on the bright marble seat, arms folded and legs stretched out. He sighed with boredom and wondered just how long he had been kept waiting by Angel Margret. He stared down the almost empty corridor and watched Wilson approaching with his casual walk - like he was having a stroll in the local park - until he too, dropped on the seat next to Jericho.
"I suppose I'll have to get use to this; being summoned by Margret for mission briefings." He smiled and folded his arms. Jericho just smiled; "Well, your forthcoming promotion to Inspector means you'll be doing this a lot - sitting outside her office - for what seems an eternity." Wilson took a deep breath; "Yeah, but it’s not confirmed yet. The only team currently without a permanent Inspector is 22. They are a good one, but their sergeant isn't exactly going to greet me with open arms, she's been passed over twice already."
Jericho tapped his big friends shoulder and shook his head; "She'll be fine about it. Kate knows that she's still too inexperienced to be given her own team - yet. Besides, she’s clever enough to know that the team will be getting a really good Inspector and that is what really matters." Wilson smiled; he knew he could always rely on Jericho's support and encouragement. But those little nagging doubts about his ability wouldn't leave him alone. He looked up to see Mr. Colgate [the Angels private secretary] in the doorway of the angel’s office. He gestured for the pair to enter. They both rose and walked slowly into the office.
Owen moved his castle and sat back; "I suppose he has to cover Jericho all the time now; I mean with his promotion to Inspector in the offering. I shall really miss the big bugger." Alex sighed and moved her Bishop slowly across the board; "Don't lose any sleep that Wilson will suddenly disappear out the door; these things take time. He hasn't actually had the official nod that he's got it yet. It could be ages before he's given a team of his own, normally, new inspectors have to do time as locum's [stand-in's] on other teams. So, he'll be around for a while yet." Owen stared at the chess board for a few minutes in silence and then said with a wide grin; "Does this mean they'll make you sergeant?" Alex chuckled and rolled her eyes in mock despair; "No bloody way! - I don't think Angel Margret likes me that much. Besides; the Promotions Board for Sergeants has already sat, and I wasn't invited. We'll get one of the new sergeants – they will put one of their better one's on Team 74 - simply because Jericho heads the team, and he certainly won't accept one that's not up to scratch. So, I think, I'm here for a while yet." She moved her Queen and grinned; "By the way; that's Check-Mate." Owen groaned; he really hadn't seen that coming.
They both looked up as Jericho and Wilson came through the study door;
chatting. "What do they call this Alex? A gaggle of Inspectors or a
herd?" Owen chuckled to himself. Alex smiled at the pair, ignoring Owens’s
comments. "What have we got?" She asked Wilson, who slumped in his
favourite armchair and wondered if Jericho would let him take the damn chair - when
the time comes! - He gestured to Jericho.
Jericho stood by the fireplace and pulled a brown paper file from his jacket.
"This won't make your day Alexandra; we're after Napoleon Bonaparte -
again." She threw up her hands and laughed; "What's the dirty old sod
up to now?" Wilson smiled; "Murder apparently and illegal time
travel." Now that did catch Alex's and Owen's attention. "But his own
men shot the shit out of his Chinese cabinet, so how's he moving through
time?" Owen asked, stroking Mr. Parker, who had jumped onto his lap and
was now playing with the chess pieces.
"That is a good question baby brother. According to a certain look-a-like
of the emperor, he apparently laid his hands on another time portal and bumped
the poor bloody 'double' off; to cover his escape." Wilson said to Owen,
but smiled at Mr. Harris, who opened the study door and announced dinner.
"Now this should make for an interesting dinner conversation piece."
Muttered Alex and the team headed for the dining room. Owen left Mr. Parker on
his seat; pushing chess pieces about the board.
Alex was right; the dinner conversation was lively. Jericho outlined what they
had so far: "Most people know and believed that Napoleon died on St.
Helena on the 5th of May 1821 aged 51. It was known that he was suffering some
sort of serious stomach illness for years. But according to a collected soul; a
certain Monsignor Lucas Boucher he didn't. Boucher claims he was Napoleon's
double and physically, he really did resemble the emperor. He was used by
Napoleon in various situations - like, the double would appear at some big
parade or court function and British and Allied spies would report his
whereabouts. But he would actually be elsewhere; planning battles and getting
up to stuff that the Allies wouldn't hear about. Apparently, the double says he
[the double] was so good at impersonating the emperor; even the emperor’s
mistress and other lovers fell for it."
Wilson grinned at Alex; "We all wondered how Napoleon managed to leave the Ball that night and appear quickly in his bedroom to entertain you and Madame Du Loupe - the double was deputizing for him in the ball room!" Alex muttered; "Cunning old sod - no wonder he conquered most of Europe; he could be in two places at once." Owen rubbed his chin; "What do we know about the time portal?" Jericho sipped his wine and picked up his fork; "What we do know, is that the Timeline was breached by someone travelling from May 5th, 1821, to June 1st, 1910, from St. Helena to Paris, France." Owen nodded; "Why 1910; why would that year particularly interest him?"
Jericho shrugged his shoulders - he didn't know; "We've been tasked by Angel Margret to discover if there's any truth in the allegations made by Lucas Boucher and discover what has happened to Napoleon's soul. That's one fact we can accept; his bloody soul is missing, which means, since we have no body, he must have jumped from his own time or been taken by the 'Dark Side'. We need to find out which."
Wilson leaned on the table; "Which means we are going to have to jump back
to Paris in 1910 and enjoy the peak of the glamorous, Parisian Edwardian
era." He smiled at Alex; "I have no doubt that Costumes will fit you
up with some stunning outfits - and of course - some equally stunning hats!"
Alex grinned at that; "I'm certainly worth it." Everyone chuckled and
continued with their excellent meal of Vegetable casserole.
Jericho rubbed his face; the time portal that Napoleon could be using bothered him. His version [Napoleon's] of the Chinese cabinet had been destroyed and Alex - quick witted and clever, as usual - had checked Covington House for Portals, especially the Chinese Cabinet in the attic - it had gone. Being apparently wrecked back in 1814, it did not exist in 1864 now. That had anchored Lady Covington firmly in her own time.
"Lucas Boucher did say one odd thing to Herbie the Collector; Herbie said that Boucher told him the emperor was unhappy that he had shagged his mistresses {Napoleon's] and some other women, who thought they were sleeping with the emperor. But Napoleon never did anything about it because Boucher was so good at his job." Wilson lifted his wine glass and smiled at Alex adding; "Maybe it was the bloody double feeling up your bum and not the great man himself!" Alex grunted and sipped her wine; "Makes no difference; I was still touched up in the line of duty. That never happens to you lot; does it?"
"Strangely enough it doesn't." Muttered Owen with a big grin and set
about his meal with some relish. The added with a rueful smile; “Yeah, but
Jacqueline would agree with you!”
2. PARIS; FRANCE - 1910.
General Joffre [Conseil supérieur de la guerre] watched the strange man walk
down the stairs and disappear into the crowds of Officers, civilians and
Politian's that thronged his outer offices. He walked back to his private
office deep in thought. Joffre couldn't quite get his head around the man; he
clearly knew battle tactics and strategy, yet he had never really heard of
Monsignor Lucas Boucher before - only rumours or gossip. The hints he dropped
about 'Plan 17' - the French Army Battle plan in case of war with Germany,
which was still in the planning stage - were concerning; yet Monsignor Butcher
dropped some powerful hints about it and its obvious failings.
Joffre shouted for his Personal Secretary; Colonel Mardue and instructed him to
gain background checks on a certain Lucas Boucher. He slumped behind his desk
and stared through the big window onto the streets of Paris. He knew that war
with Imperial Germany was as certain as death itself; the only question was
when?
Monsignor Boucher sat back in his carriage and marveled at the sights and sounds of the city. He was heading back to his modest Chateaux on the outskirts of Paris. But he was a very rich man - rich indeed - because since his exile in 1815; his supporters had been hoarding gold and purchasing the best properties in France.
Just
one of his bank accounts held nearly a hundred million Francs. After nearly a
century, he could buy any person or organization in France and better still; he
was almost bloody anonymous. Only the very rich and powerful knew Lucas Boucher
and the power he could exercise. He pulled a large, gilded book from beneath
his seat and flicked through the gilt-edged pages. He stopped at the page; he had
stared at numerous times. It was a portrait of a certain Italian Countess who
had apparently died in 1801. She had been known as the 'English Countess' and
was married to Henri - Count of Cappanni. He ran the back of his hand across
the woman's face. She was his little hobby and stealing her from 1801 would be
easy. He smiled to himself as he approached the gates of his villa. There were
four armed guards waiting and two pulled open the gates. The carriage rolled
through, followed by another two carriages that contained his personal
bodyguards.
The French Prime Minister was due for dinner this evening and that meal could
prove interesting, constructive and profitable - for both. He glanced down at
the newspapers spread across the opposite seat. There were a couple of English
ones and 'The Times of London' had contained an obituary that had saddened him
a little - just a little - the death of the old Dowager Lady Covington. Still,
he had fond memories of their sexual antics.
But the 'English Countess' would not leave his mind. He had few weaknesses, but
she had become one of them, ever since, she exposed her breasts to him, and he
had seen through that almost transparent dress. It still haunted his dreams. He
wanted her and would have her, especially that incredible arse of hers. He had
ran his hands over it and he wanted it more than anything; except the return of
Imperial French dominance of Europe and the new 'Germany' smashed.
Those delicious thoughts were interrupted by the greeting of his personal
secretary; Monsignor Beasson and the man, loaded down with 'urgent papers'
followed him into the grand house. "At the least the great flooding has
disappeared Sir." Beasson tried to make small talk, which Boucher ignored;
"Everything laid on for tonight Beasson?" Was all he asked. Beasson
nodded; "Monsignor Laurent will see you before the Prime Minister and his
lady arrives at seven Sir." Napoleon grunted; "Good." He handed
his hat and coat to his Butler and headed for his private study.
Jericho had to smile as he watched the numerous males - and some women - all
taking a 'casual and polite'- look at Alexandra. She was standing next to the
railings, chatting with her 'maid' Ruth and Jericho's 'valet' - Owen. Wilson
lowered his paper and smiled too. "We never do tell Alex, that she really
does look like princess; no matter what time period we appear in. The gown is
stunning, but what's inside really draws the attention." Jericho nodded
his agreement. They were in the 'Jarden du Luxembourg', the park all high-class
Parisian's wanted to be seen in - and admired - of course. It was summer 1910
and the weather was good. "Doc Underhill's human agent for this time and
place will be here soon. Apparently, she's quite a stunner in her own right and
has a clever brain in her head. He speaks highly of Madame Fibroin…" Jericho
stopped speaking, as an elegant, well-dressed woman approached Alex, partially
hidden by her white parasol. "I think she's here. Doc apparently told her
to find the most stunning and well-dressed lady in the park and contact
her." Jericho added and rose from the park bench. Wilson folded his paper
under his arm and joined him. They casually walked over to the little group.
"Sweet Jesus Jericho! She could be Alex's mother or older sister, they're like
two peas in a pod." Wilson sounded quite surprised - because he was -
Jericho raised his hat; "Madame Fibroin I presume?" The woman turned
and Jericho really had to agree with Wilson's assessment. Standing next to
Alex, she really could be her mother or older sister. Madame Fibroin was in her
early forties and quite a stunner. She smiled and allowed Jericho to kiss her
hand; "Monsignor Underhill did say you were quite the gentleman Inspector
Tibbs. You were, indeed, easy to find." She gestured to Alex; "Simply
beautiful, so I knew she was the contact."
Wilson removed his hat and smiled at her. She smiled again: "Your
colleague is a very handsome man Inspector." She gripped Wilson's arm -
just for a few seconds - then released it. The look on her face was obvious to
Alex and Ruth. The boys missed it; Well, maybe not Wilson!
Madame Fibroin twirled her parasol and on the arm of Jericho, the pair walked a
little ahead of the group, as they strolled the park. "You sure you don't
have a French connection in the family? You and she could easily be mistaken
for mother and daughter." Ruth whispered to Alex, who was walking on
Wilson's arm [Ruth, quite happily, was on Owen's arm]. Alex just smiled;
"I don't think so, my mother was from Edinburg!" She admitted.
They walked to the South gateway and joined their carriages waiting there.
Madame Fibroin took her leave and departed in a single horse buggy, driven by a
tall, immaculacy uniformed African servant. Wilson helped Alex into their
carriage and Owen did the same for Ruth. Jericho sat opposite the girls with
Wilson and told the driver to head for Hotel Westminster. “Only the best for
our Inspector." Alex grinned and adjusted her stunning peacock hat. The
feather tickled Owen's nose and he pushed it aside and then went quiet. He
nodded to the carriage door; "That little black cab is behind us again;
same two people."
Jericho nodded; "Yes, they really do seem interested in us. Anything on
your mirror?" Owen sat with his mirror on his lap and chuckled;
"Jesus Jericho, the tall man is a Monsignor Jean Dumont - from this era -
born in 1866, and guess what he's known for?" Jericho shook his head. Owen
turned to the girls; "Careful ladies, don't go near him. He's a known
'white slaver'."
Ruth gave Owen a blank look and Alex had to explain about the sex traffic in
white girls and women in this time period. It was notorious; there was serious
money available for the right women. Such a supplier as Dumont would sell to
French Brothels and individual clients. The police actually did little about
it.
Ruth was totally shocked; "Do you mean they just grab girls and sell them
for ...for sexual things, like Roman slaves?" Owen nodded and Jericho just
sighed; "You'll be fine. Wilson and I will deal with Monsignor Dumont if
necessary." Wilson patted Ruth's hand; "Our Jericho is quite a rich
and powerful man - apparently - in this time and place. The evil fucker will
think long and hard before crossing such a man. You'll be fine."
Jericho rubbed his chin and stared straight at Alex; "I wonder if he's
working for a certain person, who really wants to get his hands on our
Alexandra?" Wilson sat back and nodded; "Napoleon?" He said
quietly and Jericho just smiled.
"Bloody charming. Now I'm the target for sex slavers!" Alex groaned and
made herself comfortable in the seat. "Bloody charming." She
repeated. Owen looked up from his mirror and ran a hand over his face.
"The other gentleman - if you can call him that - is a certain Norman
Faulds - an Englishman - currently on the run from Scotland Yard for two
murders and several abductions of young girls around London. There's a reward
of almost a hundred pounds for him. That's serious money in these times." Owen
chuckled and added; "So it shows that the 'Entente Cordiale' is up and
running." Everyone just stared at him, and Wilson shook his head in mock
despair. The 'Entente Cordiale' was a treaty between France and Britain; mainly
against Germany,
signed in 1904. It paved the way for British support of France in 1914.
"Well, he must be protected by someone really powerful, if he's openly riding around
Paris with another known evil bastard and the Gendarmes are doing nothing about
it." Wilson said and watched the carriage behind them. Jericho glanced at
Wilson; they both now had a pretty good idea who that person was; Napoleon.
3. HOTEL WESTMINSTER.
The team walked slowly through the foyer towards the Reception Desk; with
Jericho and Wilson unable to hold back big smiles; every eye in the place was
on Alex. They reached the desk and the Concierge spoke to Jericho but stared at
Alex. "You have the Presidential Suite Monsignor Tibbs. It has rooms for
your staff. All your luggage has been taken to your suite." He handed over
the keys to Owen. Jericho just nodded and asked if there were any messages. The
man reached behind and took several envelopes from the post boxes. "You
have several sir." He pushed them to Jericho and tapped the one lying on
top and seemed quite impressed. "That was delivered by private messenger
from the Palais de l'Élysée, from the private office of the
President."
Jericho just smiled and gathered the envelopes up with a casual sweep. He turned to Alex; "I have no doubt that you have been invited to dine and as your husband; I have been invited too." Alex just smiled and said nothing. The little group walked to the lifts. The Concierge turned to his young assistant and said softly; "Why does that not surprise me. He's wife is absolutely stunning, and he is a powerful man of influence in the English Court. Apparently, a close friend of their new King George." The young assistant just nodded but preferred the rich man's Valet.
Owen headed straight for the drinks tray and poured everyone a brandy - except Ruth, who wanted just lemonade - and handed them around. Alex removed her light summer coat and hat. She handed them to Ruth and eased herself down in a plush chair; the rooms were sumptuous and the height of elegance. "I sometimes think you are right Jericho; civilization did end in 1914." Owen just grunted; "Yeah, civilization for the rich and powerful. The poor bloody working classes didn't think it was so civilized."
Wilson sipped his drink and patted Owens’s arm; "Right on my communist baby brother." They all chuckled at that.
Jericho sat on the big sofa and looked through his messages. He held one up with a big smile; "It appears we have been invited to dinner and a ball by a dead man." Wilson took the note and smiled; "Monsignor Lucas Boucher is apparently alive and kicking, nearly ninety years after he died." Jericho sighed; "Our friend Napoleon is wasting no time in letting us know he’s alive and living in another time. Strange that."
Owen eased into a chair and rubbed his chin; "Why would he do that? He's knows who we are, why save us the trouble of hunting him down by inviting you and Alex to bloody dinner and dancing?" Wilson nodded; "That is a good question baby brother." Jericho waved the note towards Alex and said softly; "The answer is probably sitting there." Alex rolled her eyes in mock despair and said nothing, sipping her very welcome brandy.
Jericho waved another note about; "This one is interesting too. It's from Madame Fibroin and she tells us that that Monsignor Lucas Boucher has just visited General Joffre and is dining with the Prime Minister tonight; they will be talking about France's readiness for war with Germany."
Owen sighed; "The plot thickens, can you image the French army in 1914 guided by a military genius? Now that could really change everything." Wilson grunted; "No shit Sherlock." Finished his brandy and headed to the drinks tray for a re-fill. He offered re-fills all round and had his offer accepted by his colleagues.
"For Christ sake, what's he doing here?" Jericho suddenly exclaimed as he read another note. Everyone turned to him, and he held the note up and chuckled; "Bloody McIves is here. He informs us that Boucher is Napoleon Bonaparte and he's been buying people and property all over the place. McIves warns that Napoleon knows we're here and to keep a close eye on Alex. The emperor has been doing research on her and knows her past; especially in 1801." Now that did surprise Alex; "How the hell could he have found that out?" She asked with real concern in her voice.
Jericho shrugged his shoulders; "He does possess a time portal."
The elegant phone tinkled, and Owen wandered over and picked up the receiver, muttering; "This is the bloody Valet's job I presume." He must have surprised the caller; he answered in perfect French. He listened for a minute and placed the phone down. He smiled; "Guess who's on their way up to our rooms?"
Everyone just shrugged. "Bloody General Joffre and his aide Colonel Mardue; they want to speak to you Jericho. Alone." Jericho nodded; "That's not unexpected actually. I have a feeling that a lot of powerful people know who exactly Monsignor Boucher really is." He stood and straightened his jacket. The remainder of the team headed for their rooms; except Owen who would be required to open the damn door and serve drinks; if required.
There was a soft knock and Owen pulled open the door and bowed slightly. The big man wandered in and shook Jericho's hand, very firmly, as did Colonel Mardue. They accepted brandies from Owen and Jericho waved him away. They all sat and didn't speak until Owen left the room. Everyone was crowded in Alex's bedroom and sat about; waiting. Some fifteen minutes later Jericho knocked on the bedroom door and they re-joined him; he had quite a smile on his face. They gathered around and Jericho informed them of the little meeting's content.
"It appears that the French Secret Service and other intelligence agencies have been watching our Monsignor Boucher for some time. Whilst they are a little amazed - and puzzled - by his striking similarity to the great French Emperor, they are seriously questioning his motives; basically, they don't trust him." Jericho smiled and added; "General Joffre is no fool. He wants’ to know - exactly - what are Boucher's plans, and he believes we can assist him. He informed me that Boucher has a real interest in Alex. He actually called it 'obsessive'. Apparently, he [Boucher] has sent agents to Cappanni to check out the so called 'English Countess'. Joffre believes that could be of great assistance to us, as he believes he [Boucher] wants possession of her striking modern look-a-like!"
"Hence the bloody party invitation." Muttered Wilson, adding; "Napoleon knows it’s really Alex. But, of course, Joffre believes our Alex is just a look-a-like. He doesn't know about real time travel." Alex sighed and poured herself another brandy; "Typical, I'm being pursued by a horny old Emperor and bloody white slavers!" Everyone chuckled at that, and Jericho rubbed his chin; thinking. "But Napoleon's interest could prove very interesting." He held up yet another note and handed it to Alex, adding; "This one is addressed to you my dear." Alex took it slowly and read it. She didn't smile. "I don't know or even heard of a 'Countess Evelyn Fredericks'. So why would she be inviting me to coffee at her bloody Chateau?"
Owen held up his mirror; "Apparently the Countess is a historical figure in this time and place. She's genuine and is the wife of a bloody German Count; they are visiting Paris at this time." Alex just shrugged her shoulders; "Still don't bloody know her or her husband." She sat down and sipped her new brandy. Jericho gestured to Owen's mirror; "Check him out Owen; see what's known about him." Owen read his mirror for a few minutes and didn't smile; "The bugger is really a spy for Imperial German intelligence. He and his wife - who was English by birth - visited France in 1910, 1912 and early 1914. Travelling around on various holidays, as a cover I suppose."
Jericho smiled; "The plot really does thicken. We have a time travelling Napoleon, French Military Intelligence, white slavers and now German spy's all really interested in our Alex. “Interesting that."
Alex grunted - very un-lady like - and finished her brandy; "I don't call it bloody interesting." She muttered. Jericho walked to the fireplace and burnt all the notes with a match, then crushed the ashes with his boot. "I think I was right. There are lots of powerful people and organizations looking closely at Napoleon and his motives here. Napoleon is one person that Germany would not want to face during a bloody war. Even almost a century after his supposed death."
The team watched - a little puzzled - as Jericho sat at the ornate writing desk by the window and wrote out a couple of notes with his fountain pen. They watched in amazement as he walked back to the fireplace and burnt the notes in it; he didn't crush them with his boots. "Well people; this hotel is also famed for its restaurant. Dinner is at seven, so shall we dress?" Owen was about to ask him about the note burning, when Ruth tapped his arm; "Come on Mr. Valet, the workers have to get their master and mistress ready for dinner." She grinned and Owen followed her into the master bedrooms.
4. SURPRISE ALL ROUND.
Monsignor Dumont and Norman Faulds stood in front of the desk - hats off and silent - while Napoleon sat reading some papers and looked up; "You have followed the lady in question and know her movements?" They both nodded. Napoleon didn't smile; "Do not harm her in any way. If so, much as a hair on her head is disturbed; I will have you torn apart by rabid dogs. Do you understand gentlemen?" They both nodded again, and he waved them away. They stood outside the door and spoke softly with each other; they both knew you didn't fuck with someone like Monsignor Boucher. "But we can always fuck her maid. Right in front of her; to show her we mean business." Norman said, really smiling. Dumont grinned at that; he really did enjoy working with another top class professional and the pair left quietly; by the tradesmen entrance.
The carriage rolled into the impressive driveway and headed for the grand door, where the Butler awaited them. The two ladies were helped from the carriage by two livered footmen. They really did smile; the two women were stunners and dressed like Hartsburg Princess's. The Butler bowed and gestured towards the Chateau's doors. "This way please Madame Tibbs." Alex and her friend followed him in. She whispered to her friend; "This could prove interesting as Jericho is so fond of saying." The other lady just smiled.
They were about to take tea with Countess Evelyn Fredericks and had dressed for the occasion. Outside in the roadway another carriage sat and Dumont and Faulds watched with interest. “No maid. Just another grand looking tart. Not that it matters." Faulds said, sipping his cognac flask. He offered it to his colleague, but Dumont declined and checked his cosh and pistol.
"She's another fucking stunner. Could be worth a small fortune to us. I know someone who'll pay ten thousand Franc's for a girl like that." Dumont muttered and Fauld's whistled; that was serious fucking money. "Five thousand Franc's would suit me nicely.Would your buyer object is she was knocked about a little. Fucked good and proper by us." He added, now really smiling. Dumont sighed; "If she's a virgin, then he would probably double that." Now Fauld's really did grin; "I don't know if I could resist a twenty thousand Franc fuck." He laughed and checked his pistol and cosh too. They settled back and waited.
Alex and Jackie were shown into the Countesses Morning Room and sat - hats still on - for the countess to appear. Alex whispered to Jackie; "I told Jericho - quite forcibly - that I would simply not put young Ruth at risk. Hence you’re back in a dress." She actually giggled as Owen/Jackie just sighed. The countess appeared and sat down; she stared at the pair and slowly smiled.
"Now Alexandra, a little word about our mutual acquaintance; Monsignor Boucher." She opened the conversation, straight to the point and that did catch the pair's interest. The women sipped coffee and nibbled on little cakes and soon the little party was over. Alex and Jacqueline walked back to their carriage. Jackie consulted her mirror as the carriage passed through the grand gateway. Alex was still considering Countess Evelyn's words.
That's when Dumont and Faulds struck, firing a pistol into the air, which made the driver leapt from his seat and simply run off! Dumont pulled the coach door open and stuck a pistol under Jackie's nose; "Out the fucking carriage. Now you bitch!"
Faulds stood behind with handcuffs and bags [to shove over the girls heads] Both Jackie and Alex sighed; Jackie operated her mirror and Dumont flew a couple of feet into the air and fell like a sack of potatoes. He lay twitching on the grass. Fauld's dropped the handcuff's and bags, pulling out his pistol; he too flew a few feet into the air and crashed to earth; lying still on the grass. Alex peered over Jackie's shoulder and sighed; "I suppose we had better call the Gendarmes." Jackie nodded, watching the coachman disappearing in the distance; "I think he was probably part of this." She said quietly and pushed her mirror into her handbag.
Jackie jumped from the carriage and pulled the pistol from the unconscious Dumont and fired two shots in the air. The pair waited for the servants from the Chateau to come running out, through the grand gateway. They didn't wait long. The two young footmen appeared and were absolutely stunned that the two women had overpowered desperate, armed men intent on abducting them!
The evening papers were full of the story and when Alex and Jackie returned to the hotel; both staff and visitors applauded them. They accepted the praise with some modest waves and smiles, but when the people started to crowd around them; they hitched up their skirts and ran for the lifts. "I need a bloody brandy." Muttered Alex and Jackie leaned against the wall of the elevator and sighed; "I never thought we were going to get out of that damn police station." The lift boy was just staring at the pair in disbelief. Jackie gave his young face a pat and winked; "You'll soon learn about women my boy." They left the lift and headed for the 'Presidential Suite'.
Wilson and Jericho were waiting - brandy glasses in hands - and welcomed the 'girls' home. Ruth gave Owen a huge kiss as a sort of 'thank you'. Then commented on what a fabulous woman he made. Jericho explained what the detective Inspector had told him about the pair of 'white slaver's'. They [the police] had been waiting for witnesses to an abduction for some time. Now they have witnesses, victims and the perpetrators in one neat package. "I really didn't think he was going to let us go. That bloody Inspector went over the same thing; a couple of times each."
Owen said and gasped with happiness; as he sipped his brandy. Alex lay on the sofa - feet up - and accepted a very welcome glass of brandy from Wilson. She grinned; "He's very good looking and obviously thorough in his job."
"Well get ready for dinner; the hotel has said that the champagne is on them for tonight. You can bring me up to date with the German spies creeping about and what's on offer, over a very good meal." Owen smiled; "Does that mean I'm invited?" Jericho nodded and chuckled; "Yes, Mademoiselle Jacqueline Jones is the toast of Paris - with Alex of course - and we can't really let the people down. They will expect to see the heroic pair together at dinner. We won't disappoint them." Ruth looked quite excited and dragged Owen/Jackie to her feet; "I've got just the dress for you." She turned to Alex; "I've already laid yours out."
The 'girl's' headed for the bedroom to change. Alex explained the surprising little coffee and cake party; it appears that the Countess Evelyn Fredrick's wasn't all she seemed. "I think she's a double agent and so is her husband. She dropped some really big hints which way they swung; it appears that her husband's mother was English, and they have spent a long time together in Great Britain. They both love France apparently; especially Paris - but then who doesn't? - I really don't know how to take them." Jericho sipped his soup and didn't smile; "What did they want you to do about the situation between France and Germany?" She lowered her voice: "To help Monsignor Boucher gain a post in the military where he can directly influence decisions; especially on the battlefields."
Wilson asked: "How do they expect you to do that?" Alex sighed; "Apparently the President likes beautiful young women." Jericho chuckled; "Now that doesn't surprise me, Alex." But Alex really smiled; "You don't understand. I'm way too old for his tastes; he really likes teenage girls." She jerked a thumb towards Jackie; "According to the Countess; he'll go nuts for our Jackie!" Who groaned and sipped her wine.
Jericho dabbed his mouth with his napkin and thought about the situation with the apparent German double agents. If they wanted Napoleon to guide France's destiny at the crisis hour, then surely, they swung towards the Anglo-French alliance? Or did it? The revelation from the so called 'German spies' was quite a surprise. He was about to receive another.
The waiter slipped up to him and whispered in his ear. Jericho rose from the table and threw his napkin on his plate. He didn't look happy; "It appears that Inspector Le Grande is outside the dining room with several gendarmes. They intend to take you and Jackie into protective custody. That means jailing you for your own good; if you believe that." Alex folded her arms; her appetite gone. "And what has prompted the Inspector to come up with this cracker?" Jericho stared towards the door of the restaurant; "Someone walked into the police station and murdered Dumont and Faulds; obviously to prevent them telling anyone about the person who hired them."
Wilson grunted; "Walked into a bloody police station and knocked off two kidnappers; now that takes balls."
Everyone could see the Inspector waiting by the door; hat in hand. There were several uniform officers around him. His sergeant was picking his teeth with a small wooden stick and the Inspector pulled his hat off and handed it back to him. The fat Sergeant just grinned. "Tell him to come back after bloody dinner." was all Alex said and picked up her knife and fork. The Inspector was at the table; his patience apparently gone. "Madame Tibbs and Mademoiselle Jacqueline Jones. I have a court order here to take you into protective custody. You will immediately come with us."
Alex was about to tell him, what he could do with his damn court order, but saw the look on Jericho's face. She rose from her seat and threw her napkin down - she spoke in perfect French, loudly - "So this is French justice Monsignor Inspector. You drag off the poor victims of terrible crimes and jail them, while you let homicidal criminals run around the streets. Is this really French justice?"
Everyone in the restaurant rose as one cheering and clapping. The young Inspector grunted and gestured to his men; "Take them." The fight started almost immediately. A big Frenchman with a huge moustache, grabbed one constable and threw him across a table, shouting; "Viva la France!"
Alex grabbed Jackie by the hand and ran through the kitchen doors; cheered by the Chef's and waiting staff. Two burly constables chased them down the back stairs and both girls dashed into the ladies toilet. The constables hesitated outside; then shrugged their shoulders and crashed through the doors. The place was empty. It didn't have any windows and the only door was the one the constables had come through. They stood scratching their heads; this would take some explaining to the Inspector!
5. THE MAGIC OF A PARIS NIGHT….REALLY?
Alex and Jackie appeared four floors up, they had intended to exit now, down the back stairs, but had materialized in someone’s suite. The tall magician stood holding his top hat with his wand hovering above it. He was stark naked apart from his bowtie. He just stared at the two girls who stared back. A rabbit’s head appeared from the top hat and sniffed, it disappeared back inside. Alex placed her hands on her hips and grinned, “How many magicians do you know that perform in the buff?” Jackie just shrugged; she doesn’t know any, except this one. That’s when she saw the board in front of him, propped against a small table. “Well, he’s called ‘Maximus Coxs, the Magician’ and his specialty is vanishing tricks.” She giggled. They both stared when he stepped from behind the board, placing his hat and wand on the table. The magician really lived up to his name!
The girls exchanged a glance and went back to staring at Maximus’s main attraction. It was enormous and hung just above his knees. Alex jabbed Jackie with her elbow, “I think the magician can perform his tricks for us, don’t you?” Jackie just nodded, she was almost memorized by his other magic ‘wand’ and no-one needed to shout bloody abracadabra for some magic to happen.
“How the hell did you girls pull that trick? It was bloody amazing!” They both looked at each other, he was English. Then all three stared at the top hat as a large ginger cat jumped from it, licking his lips and ran across the floor, disappearing behind a chair. “Fuck! That’s the third damn rabbit this week that ‘Baby’ has had!” He cussed and smiled. They walked straight up to the surprised young man and took an arm each, grinning. “Well Maximus Coxs, you have just conjured up some dirty sexual tricks – Us!” Alex said and both took hold of his large cock, and it immediately came to life. “Bloody hell, it must have been hibernating.” Jackie said and gave it a gentle tug, as they guided him to the huge fluffy rug in front of the fireplace.
“My real name is Turnery Smollett and I’m practicing for my show in Neuilly-sur-Seine Nudist Colony. My parents have friends there and we’re all practicing nudists.” He blurted out and Alex smiled, “Well, if it’s a nudist colony and you’re the nude magician, then your new audience better join in!” The girls stripped down in front of the still stunned magician, tossing their clothes aside. He slowly smiled, especially at Jackie. “Ah, I have read about such ladies, how do you call them in France? Dieu travaille de manière merveilleuse, une nana avec une bite! “
Jackie just nodded “You said it mister!” and knelt down, pushing his now fully erect cock into her mouth. Alex lay on the rug, legs open rubbing her crotch after spitting on her hand. “When your ready Maximus Coxs, you can make that [his cock] disappear into here!” and giggled. Then looked at the small sofa and stopped rubbing. An elderly couple sat hand in hand staring at her with their mouths open. Maximus coughed and waved a hand at them, “Ladies, I would like you to meet my mum and dad. I was practicing my routine for the colony in front of them…..”
“Ah, that’s why he was behind the damn board and not in front of it.” Jackie whispered after pulling his disappointed cock from her mouth. The door slammed shut behind them and they stood – still stark naked – holding their clothes in the hotel corridor. Alex sighed, “They just wouldn’t listen to our apologies and bloody explanation, it was so unfair!” Jackie just stared at her, she really didn’t know what to say. “And I’m bloody horny now!” Alex added, “I could shag a damn ….” She never finished.
“Can I be of assistance ladies?” The man’s voice behind them made them turn slowly and they smiled in embarrassment. Alex said “It’s just a misunderstanding you see…..” The big African now smiled, “Lady, when the Roman’s burnt the holy city of Jerusalem to the ground, that was a misunderstanding. What you have here is… well, I really don’t know, but please come in and explain it to me over some vodka and Pernod.” He opened the door to his suite and smiled.
Alex was happily bouncing up and down on his big black cock as Jackie French kissed him [they thought it appropriate, being in France where is was apparently invented] That was after a careful check for elderly parents: all they found was a parrot called ‘Wallace’, a set of bagpipes and a full Scottish pipers uniform! Joseph Wellington McKenzie was part of a Scottish Pipe band that was performing daily in the prestigious Luxemburg Gardens, where the rich elite of Paris took their exercise. The band was called the ‘Black Scottish’ for your information. He groaned loudly and complimented Alex on her skill, balance and commitment to the ancient art of fucking. He clearly was well educated, because when he came inside of her, he cussed and moaned in Latin.
He found he had a quick second erection when he watched Jackie cleaning up Alex’s vagina: with her mouth. He bent Jackie over the armchair and mounted her with some joy, which he expressed in Greek. While Alex treated him to her magnificent big hooters which he also enjoyed and complimented. Alex smiled a lot during the marathon three-hour session! At one point, he played them ‘flower of Scotland’ while they knelt and took turns sucking his big cock. But hammering on the walls from surrounding guests at the hotel ended that. “Bloody Philistines!” Was all Joseph said and went back to banging Alex in the doggy position as she sucked Jackie’s cock. Finally, they had to leave, their bloody mirrors were buzzing like a Bee’s hive on steroids.
Reluctantly
they had to say goodbye to Joseph, his bagpipes and Parrot, who for your
information could swear in five different languages including Welsh.
They made their way downstairs and met up with the team in a local café-Tabac and enjoyed a well-earned brandy. Wilson asked Jackie why she kept humming bloody ‘Flower of Scotland’ and both girls just started laughing.
6. ON THE RUN.
The cart trundled down the leafy, narrow lane and Jericho flicked through the pages of the newspaper that the driver had lent him. Alex and Ruth were picking straw from each other’s hair and skirts. Jackie was snoring on her side, skirt pulled up to her knees. Ruth giggled and threw straw over Jackie's legs. Wilson sat staring down the road and wiped sweat from his face with some clean straw. "Just out of interest Jericho; now what the fuck do we do?" Jericho looked up from his paper and smiled; "Well, according to the paper, a general alert has been issued across France for our two girls. Everyone seems to have forgotten they were victims; now they're the equivalent of Ma Baker and her bloody sister. Says two constables and three civilians were injured in the fight and the restaurant was wrecked. The papers are demanding, they're thrown in the Bastille and keys tossed away."
"Bastards." was all Wilson said and sighed loudly. He prodded Jackie with his foot; "Come on sleeping beauty, Rise and Shine." Jackie woke and brushed her dress down. She left her bodice unbuttoned and Wilson tapped her exposed leg; "I just have to ask - again - are those bloody real?" Jackie pulled her bodice tight, and Ruth helped her lace up. "Wouldn't you like to know?" She muttered and asked if anyone had any water. The cart driver turned and gestured to his old canvas sack thrown in the cart.
"There is both wine and water in there Mademoiselle, please help yourself." Jackie did; she was gasping. Alex was leaned back, legs crossed, and arms folded; she spoke directly to Jericho; "Just to echo what Wilson said; what the bloody hell do we do now?" Jericho smiled and handed the paper to Wilson, he took a deep breath; "Enjoy the fresh country air, there was very little pollution in 1910; anywhere." Alex just sighed; "Well, that really didn't answer any of my concerns, did it?" Jericho laid back and said softly; "Keep your eyes open for a couple of black carriages with closed windows. You'll recognize one of the drivers." He dozed happily in the morning sunshine until Wilson woke him up.
"Your carriages are here, and everyone certainly recognized one of the drivers; it’s bloody McIves."Jericho sat up and picked straw from his jacket and trousers. "Let’s go people." Was all he said.
McIves sat grinning on the driving seat and Jericho pulled open the door and gestured for the girls to get in. McIves raised his hat and said quietly; "Good morning, ladies, you are famous Alex; you have practically singlehandedly raised the revolutionary spirit of old France." He chuckled and slapped his old floppy hat back on. Alex just shrugged her shoulders and the girls climbed in.
McIves spoke to Jericho and Wilson; "Get in too; the other carriage already has passengers." Everyone peered at the young driver, who also raised his hat. The carriage door swung open, and five heads appeared; laughing and waving; two men [one a big African] and three women. Jericho just chuckled and squeezed in with the girls. Wilson followed shaking his head; "Bloody McIves."
The carriages set off and McIves leaned down and spoke through the drivers little flap; "Your description is everywhere. We're headed for a nice little house that I own in this time. The examining magistrate desperately wants Alex and Owen...sorry Jacqueline to give evidence, so they can drag Monsignor Boucher in for questioning. He may have had the two slavers killed and their mouths silenced, but Dumont was no fool; the police Inspector found his little black book with Boucher's name mentioned several times. But the magistrate won't act without the girls. He [Boucher] has pretty powerful friends in this time."
They must have travelled several kilometers before McIves shouted down; "Roadblock ahead. Hang onto to something." The first carriage speeded up and went straight through the roadblock; a couple of Gendarmes fired their pistols in the air.
But
the young driver didn't stop and McIves turned the carriage off the road and
disappeared into the woodland. He stopped and everyone watched
the Gendarmes chasing after the first carriage; the passengers hanging out
and waving. The team couldn't help it; they laughed outright. McIves certainly
knew his way around this forest. Apart from a few stops to let the girls visit
a bush or two, he made good time over the bumpy forest trail. Then a
bloody wheel fell off!
McIves and Jericho walked the horses, and the team followed them, going deeper in the forest. The sun was starting to set before they reached the Hunting Lodge. Everyone was tired and thirsty. McIves and Jericho stabled the horses and Wilson pushed through the door and everyone was surprised; it was wonderfully furnished with period furniture. Almost instinctively, Alex found the modest bathroom! Jackie found the drinks cabinet - with much happiness - and discovered a couple of very decent bottles of brandy. Ruth quickly followed Alex in the bathroom; smiling. There was only one bedroom and one bed; Alex and Ruth were given that, without having to ask.
Jackie groaned; "Typical, I get all the shit jobs of a woman and none of the perks." Now that did cheer everyone up. Alex patted her arm. "You can snuggle up to Wilson; he won't mind." Wilson stuck up a single finger but said nothing; he just smiled.
They sat around eating toast [the bread was slightly past its best] apples, cheese and cured ham. Jackie boiled some eggs and that was their dinner. They opened a couple of bottles of wine and settled in for the night. McIves got the fire going and sat on the floor by the door, smoking a small pipe; no one objected because his tobacco smelt delicious. He puffed for a few minutes and said quietly; "They would have discovered by now that the other carriage contained some very talented - and hard up - actors from a show that just folded. The local police are known for pedestrian policing around here. They certainly won't venture out during darkness. But we'll take turns keeping watch."
Jericho nodded his agreement with that.
Wilson had to ask; "What the hell are you doing here McIves?" Jackie whispered to Alex; "Subtly is not the big man's strong point." Despite being tired; Alex had to chuckle at that. McIves just grinned; "Saving your butts of course!" Jericho was subtle and changed the subject; "We need to get back on track; find out what Boucher's plans are and put a stop to them."
McIves puffed his pipe and said casually; "A very talented and pleasant gentlemen will be here tomorrow and take us back into Paris; completely undetected by the police. I doubt if he will even be stopped. I've known him for some time; he's completely trustworthy and clever." He kept grinning and Wilson just had to ask; "How's he going to do that?” McIves sighed and smiled; "My friends, we're about to join a travelling circus!" Wilson just groaned and reached for the brandy bottle.
McIves laughed and then went serious; "You will never guess, for whom they will perform their first Paris show?" Everyone just looked at each other - they didn't know - of course.
McIves smiled and sucked on his pipe; "A certain Monsignor Boucher is throwing a huge costume party for his influential friends and the Circus is part of the entertainments." Now that did catch everyone's imagination and lifted their spirits; except Wilson, who just groaned loudly and shook his head. "Don't put me down to play a bloody clown; that's all." He muttered and everyone laughed.
7. ‘DO GO DOWN TO THE WOODS TODAY….’
Alex decided on a stroll around the cabin before bed and stood outside in the fading summer sun, then something caught her eye. There was flickering in the woods, it looked like a small fire and so she investigated. She walked quietly through the woods and came across a rough looking young man, sitting by a small fire with a coffee pot hanging over it, held up by a small metal tripod. He looked up then stood up. Alex smiled, he was unshaven with dark hair and eyes and was ruggedly handsome. He smiled and Alex was really interested. He gestured her over and she went.
He pointed to the coffee pot, “Would you like a coffee Mademoiselle?” Alex now really smiled, his deep voice was like chocolate being poured out and she said quietly and a little shyly actually, “It’s Madam. But that doesn’t matter.” He sat down, cross-legged and took the pot with a cloth, off the fire and produced two cups. “I have no sugar or milk, sorry.” Alex sat next to him and accepted her cup of black coffee and pursed her lips and blew gently into it. He watched her carefully and chuckled. “Those lips could extinguish an inferno….or start one!”
Alex
giggled, then saw the big axe lying next to him and pointed to it. Before she
could ask, he patted it. “That’s a tool of my profession, I’m a woodsman.” Alex
chuckled, “My what a big chopper you have.” And they both laughed.
With her bodice loose and her magnificent tits in his big rough hands, the Woodsman fucked her against a tree with his other ‘big chopper’. She curled her long legs around his waist and gripped his big shoulders with both hands as he pounded her the way she liked best: hard and fast. But her damn skirt and petticoats kept rolling down, not that the woodsman noticed, he just didn’t stop fucking her. The fucking tree could have fallen down and he wouldn’t have cared. But they changed positions and Alex rode him, so that she could hold up her interfering clothes. Back and forth she rocked at speed while he handled her big swinging tits and paid particular attention to her erect nipples that were hard as stone. They changed again: to the ‘doggy’ position and he gripped her arse and still fucked hard and fast with real determination and some strength. Alex had a wonderful orgasm, and she was really happy that she went for a walk in the woods!
Unsurprisingly, the woodsman was also happy that she did!
They were now fucking in the missionary position against their now favourite tree and Alex was moaning loudly under the young man’s relentless pounding. She gripped his big shoulders and had one hell of an orgasm which made her legs shake and tremble. He finally groaned and cussed, emptying his big balls into her and collapsed on top, propping himself up on his elbows. They were both breathing loudly, and Alex threw her head back and then stared upwards. In the branches just above them was a young clown, wanking like his life depended on it, with bubbles apparently streaming from his arse! The woodsman grunted and ran a hand over his face; “Monsignor Du Pont’s bloody flea circus is back in town!” and eased his cock from Alex’s now cum filled fanny and wiped it with his rag.
Alex sat up and smiled at the clown, “Are you the travelling circus here to meet Monsignor McIves?” The clown nodded vigorously – too vigorously – and fell out the damn tree onto Alex. She groaned as the woodsman chuckled and stood, walking back to his fire and coffee. The clown had landed right between her open legs, and he raised his painted face and managed to grin. Alex sighed, “Now young man, what you just saw is not for public broadcast, do you understand?” He slowly nodded, then realised he was face to face with her open vagina. He looked up at her and slowly smiled, whispering, “For that I would cut my tongue out and never speak again.” Alex rolled her eyes and nodded.
The clown had his trousers down and was inside her in less than thirty seconds. He was like a dog with some old lady’s leg. Alex just stared as he went back and forth like someone had inserted an electric cattle prod up his backside. At one point, he was so animated that Alex though he was having a fit. Then suddenly he stopped and slowly grinned: he had ejaculated. Alex watched in amazement as streams of bubbles poured from his trousers and He disappeared in a could of little bubbles. Alex sat up and looked about, but the strange clown had gone, then she saw trundling down the forest dirt road, several caravan’s gaily painted with ‘Du Pont’s travelling extravaganza and Chiropodist Show’ – apparently the owner - Monsignor François Du Pont had been one of Paris’s most sought-after foot doctors. For some strange reason he threw that all in and started a travelling circus! What his wife thought about it was splashed all across the papers – at the time – she took a shotgun to her apparently ‘mad’ husband and had to be committed to a nice countryside asylum. But Monsignor François Du Pont did forgive her and his first show was a benefit for that charitable hospital: she had to be chained up to stop her taking a knife to him…..
Alex smoothed down her dress and walked – a little awkwardly -down the road to meet them. That’s when she noticed the woodsman and his big chopper was gone. Monsignor François Du Pont was a pleasant man and listened carefully to what Alex said, then told her – reluctantly – that she had forgotten to lace up her bodice, and how was Pierre the woodsman these days?
They stopped outside the cabin and Alex introduced him to everyone: with her big breasts safely tucked away this time. They would head for Paris in the morning. The only strange incident of the night was Alex having a pee: the bloody privy filled with bubbles…..
8. THE CIRCUS.
The five-carriage convoy entered Paris and was not stopped.
They headed straight for the Boucher Chateau and set up camp in the grounds. Monsignor François Du Pont scratched his fiery red beard and almost smiled, he whispered to McIves; "They can act and dance? Can they?" McIves shrugged his shoulders; "As long as they look the part, they'll do fine." Du Pont grunted, he had seen McIves cross his fingers behind his back. "At least the three girls are pretty enough." He said and wandered off. The team assembled in their 'costumes' and McIves just had to laugh; but he did smile at the girls.
Wilson was now a strong man; dressed in a leopard print costume with a large, feathered bonnet - all he said was - unsmiling; "I look like a total prat." Strangely enough no one disagreed with him. Jericho was dressed as a lion tamer with a large top hat and evil looking whip. There was one slight problem with his act; they had no bloody lions. Monsignor Du Pont gave him three poodles; it wasn't quite the same. "We have to make do with what we get." He muttered to Wilson and patted the dogs; one almost took his hand off.
The girls trooped from the tent that served as their dressing room. Mademoiselle Lucy Du Pont [the daughter] actually smiled; her three new girls certainly looked the part, and they could actually dance. She would do the singing of course.
Even Wilson had to smile. The girls were dressed in quite flimsy costumes - for the time and place - but apparently, that was quite acceptable in Paris at this time. After all; the 'Can Can' dancers performed their routines without any underwear on at the 'Moulin Rouge' theatre. No one complained about that apparently! The girls were dressed in very colourful outfits with multi coloured 'stage tights’; very short frilly skirts and bodices that really didn't hide their charms. They were wearing plenty of makeup and Alex admitted that their own mothers probably wouldn't recognize them.
McIves joined Jericho and Wilson - he couldn't refrain from laughing outright - and spoke quietly with the pair; "There's going to be a strong police presence tonight; the bloody Prime Minister and his wife are attending. Monsignor Boucher is not very subtle; he's coming as Napoleon Bonaparte!" They watched the girls rehearsing their routine and Wilson rubbed his chin, then groaned; "That's the routine that the New York Giants bloody cheerleaders perform at matches.”
Jericho shrugged; "As long as it keeps everyone happy and distracted; they could dance bloody 'Swan Lake' for all I care."
Jericho asked McIves about Monsignor Du Pont; McIves slapped his back. "He wouldn't accept any money, so I gave him the two horses from that bloody broken carriage. He was more than happy with that." The performance would start after the new style 'buffet' dinner was served. A skinny clown [Du Pont's grandson] leapt in front of Wilson and blew bubbles from his backside; laughing to himself. He bowed and Wilson told him to 'fuck off'. That ended his little impromptu performance, and he wandered off; not laughing anymore. McIves and Jericho just sighed. The girl’s rehearsal had attracted most of the police contingent on duty, along with the waiting staff and household servants. They applauded enthusiastically; especially when Alex's big nipples popped out for some fresh air. She pushed them back and Lucy whispered to her; "Do that a couple of times tonight and we'll get loads of bookings!" Alex didn't smile. With night falling on this wonderful summer evening; the circus troop gathered for meals provided by the Chateau's kitchen staff. Two young footmen desperately tried to chat up Alex and Jackie. They went back to their duties unhappy. They had never heard such language from two gorgeous girls like that before.
Wilson was on next; heaving weights about. The crowd sat in silence. So the skinny clown leapt on the stage and pretended to lift the weights; falling about the stage. The silent crowd watched and then the young clown made the mistake of bending over right in front of a very unhappy Wilson. He couldn't resist and placed a well-aimed boot up the boys backside and he sprawled across the grass. The crowd laughed. He stood up and threw the supposed heavy weights at Wilson, who dodged them and chased him around the makeshift stage; kicking him up the arse. The crowd was roaring with laughter and the pair received enthusiastic applause.
The girls came on and received huge applause; Alex's VERY troublesome nipples
made a couple of appearances, and the crowd loved it. They shouted for a couple
of encores. Jackie did a high kick and ripped her tights; exposing her lovely
little pale bum to everyone; she rushed back to the dressing tent; cheered by
the really appreciative audience.
The circus's three clowns did a comedy routine that fell flat. But Monsignor Du Pont was a clever old circus manager and set the bloody poodles on them; the clowns disappeared into the night with a dog hanging from their arses. That was the best applause the three ever had.
The fire eater went down a little better; especially when he set himself alight and Wilson had to jump up and tip a bucket of water on the dumb wretch. He was carried off stage by Wilson; still smiling as he smouldered; he was an old trooper and took such things in his stride.
Rollo the Rocket man was next. The giant cannon was hauled out and he climbed in the muzzle. His nervous assistant lit the fuse and the cannon fired. Rollo was last seen running into the darkness with his arse ablaze and screaming loudly in Bulgarian. He received a huge round of applause, not that he heard it; sitting in the small river crying for his mum.
Lucy finished the performance by singing '"La Marseillaise" - badly, but with lots of enthusiasm and pride. The Prime Minister was seen wiping a tear away; he loved France as much as teenage girls. Everyone applauded with real pride.
McIves stood watching with Monsignor Du Pont, who admitted that he wanted to hire the team, especially Jericho and Alex.
"Best bloody performance in years." He said, scratching his red beard. Jericho appeared panting and grabbed Wilson; they were going to look for Napoleon's time portal. But he had to run away again; the bloody poodles had picked up his scent.
Monsignor Du Pont sighed; "Never seen the dogs take to someone like your man." He walked off, shaking his head and muttering about how unfair circus life could be. He had found one of the best 'circus troops' in years and they wouldn't join the show.
Alex stood behind the curtain and tried to restrain her big breasts from escaping – again – and turned a little to find McIves behind her grinning. She smiled back and his big hands were quickly gripping her tits with some passion. She turned and the pair kissed; their bodies knew each other well and she soon had his massive erection in her mouth. He groaned a little and didn’t react when Jackie pushed through the curtain and giggled.
“Bloody hell, you two didn’t waste any time!” She muttered and McIves gestured her over and pulled her close. His tongue was in her mouth in an instant and Jackie responded, with the pair ‘French kissing’ [how appropriate!] for some minutes before Alex eased his big cock from her mouth and said simply to Jackie; “Your turn!” Jackie was then on her knees and treating McIves cock to her skill and experience.
The big man grunted with delight; “Now being a poker player, I’ve always said a pair was the best hand.” Alex giggled and pulled her magnificent bosom back out and held them out to McIves with her hands. “Well, try this pair darling.” She said quietly and McIves grinned: this could be very interesting indeed. But the best laid plans of men and mice often come adrift, and the happy trio’s was just about to do that.
Napoleon stood in his study and scratched his head; three snarling poodles rushed past the French windows. One had a chewed top hat in his mouth and the other two were carrying some very ripped coloured trousers. He grunted and sat down. He slowly read the papers before him. Then a light went on in great man's head; where the hell had he seen such a pair of wonderful big nipples before? He jumped up and shouted for his guards; several men assembled in his study; all armed. "The bloody circus you fools! Tibbs and his bloody team are here! Find them!" He shouted; pulling a pistol from his desk drawer. He led his men out in the darkness.
9. INSPECTOR LE GRANDE'S GREAT RAID.
Inspector Le Grande stood by the gates with his large contingent of Gendarmes and watched through his binoculars, he turned to his fat sergeant; "I don't have a clue what's going on but be careful. There are guard dogs patrolling the place. I've just seen one chewing some poor sod's top hat." The sergeant nodded and picked his nose. The Inspector slapped his hand, then noticed Rollo the Rocket man, staggering back through the woods; clutching his backside and sobbing in Bulgarian.
"Do you hear that sergeant? He must be a bloody Russian Bolshevik - arrest him at once - the place is crawling with bloody Russian revolutionaries!" Two Gendarmes dragged the shouting man away. They didn't understand Bulgarian, so they beat him with their batons and handcuffed him. Rollo wasn't having a good night.
The three sad clowns wandered up and stood staring at the police - who stared back - they had no trousers on, the dogs had got them. Inspector Le Grande shouted; "Arrest those perverts!
They're exposing themselves to officers of the law!" The three clowns - protesting loudly - were dragged away to the waiting police wagons. Now a bit calmer, Le Grande continued to watch the Chateau and its grounds. He watched Monsignors Boucher - still dressed as himself; Napoleon - heading for the Circus encampment with several heavily armed men. He turned to the Sergeant: "I didn't think the performance was that bad." He muttered. Then a light went on in the Inspectors head; two women in the dance troop had reminded him of some ladies that he had encountered; but where? He snapped his fingers - of course, those two damn fugitives! - And Boucher was headed there with armed men. "Come on boys! Let's get the bastards!" He led his men into the darkness.
McIves was sitting on the stone wall of the Chateau, smoking his pipe and watching the events unfold before him. He chuckled to himself; "Jericho my old friend, you sure know how to entertain a fugitive time traveler!" He pulled out his hip flask and took a sip and then settled in to watch. Two young Gendarmes ran past him - trousers in tatters - trying to fend off three snarling poodles with their chewed batons. "Good doggies." Was all McIves said and puffed at his pipe. There was lots of women screaming, cussing and shouting at the circus encampment. The Gendarmes had raided the tent where the girls had their dressing rooms.
Lucy
ran past him, dressed only in her panties and clutching her very ample breasts
with both hands; pursued by several policeman; all panting and grinning.
The skinny clown was dragged past by his feet; swearing and shouting, bubbles pouring from his trousers. The two policemen - like Wilson earlier - weren't laughing. McIves chuckled and sucked on his pipe. Then things turned a little serious; he could hear shots being fired. He watched flashes of shotguns going off and several of Napoleon's men ran past him, throwing away their guns and shouting - in French obviously - "Fuck this for a game of bowls!" He sat back and smiled.
The great man [Napoleon] was carried past by four burly Gendarmes; each gripping a limb and he was shouting - with lots of swear words - "DON'T YOU KNOW WHO THE HELL I FUCKIN AM?" They clearly didn't and beat him with their batons. McIves just shrugged his shoulders and took another sip from his hip flask.
Monsignor Du Pont was dragged past, still clutching the tin that held the night’s takings. He waved to McIves; "Tell them [the team] I'll pay them double wages...." His voice faded in the darkness.
Inspector Le Grande appeared with the fat panting sergeant in tow. He wasn't happy; "Where the fuck did they go? I saw them run into the props tent and they simply vanished!" He stopped and stared up at the wall; just for a second there, he thought he saw someone sitting up there laughing to himself. He shook his head; he needed a fucking drink.
Jericho and the team stood in Napoleons/Boucher's study and watched the police, and their wagons depart. Jericho scratched his head; "Come on people, mirrors out and let’s find that bloody time portal." They split up and started the search. The girls found it; the beautiful chest was hidden in an empty upstairs bedroom. They carefully lifted the lid and saw the non-reflective mirrors. Jackie slowly closed the lid and Alex called Jericho and Wilson on her mirror. Ruth commented on just how lovely the chest was but stopped in mid-sentence. They watched in surprise and amazement as the lid was slowly pushed up and a gorgeous Chinese girl stepped out. She was clearly a 'Geisha' girl; dressed in the traditional costume. She bowed low and handed Alex a piece of paper; written in Chinese Mandarin, of course - and said softly; "Lord Boucher never said it would be an orgy with many beautiful ladies." Alex just smiled, then rubbed her chin; "Surely Geisha girls are from Japan?" The young woman bowed again; "Sorry, but nobody's bloody perfect." Shuffling down the corridor, she disappeared into Boucher's/Napoleon's huge bedroom. They watched her go in silence. Then the lid of the chest opened again, and they watched - still silent - as two medieval women stepped from it; they adjusted their huge, strange hats and smoothed down their dresses. The older one-handed Alex another piece of paper and both curtsied.
Alex gestured towards Boucher's bedroom and didn't smile; they looked suspiciously like mother and daughter. She read the note; they were mother and daughter from 1422!
Jackie said softly; "What the fuck is going on?" The two women, holding their exquisite gowns, walked off down the corridor and into the big bedroom. Alex stood hands on hips and sighed; "Close the bloody portal before even more turn up!" Jackie nodded and operated her mirror. She carefully lifted the lid and smiled with satisfaction; she could now see her own reflection in the mirrors inside.
Ruth had followed the two ladies down and peered through the bedroom door as they entered. She walked back to Alex and Jackie, looking quite puzzled; "The rooms full of women, from all different times apparently." She said and then went a little red. "There are two big African men standing stark naked with feathered bonnets on and they're...." She stopped talking and actually blushed, adding - in a whisper - "They really are big. If you know what I mean." She blushed again.
Alex just sighed; "He really is a dirty old Emperor." She muttered; this would take some explaining to Jericho!
Jericho just nodded; "We have to get him back [Napoleon] and return the dirty old bugger back to 1821 to meet his scheduled departure date." They gathered in the empty ballroom; Jericho would call upon the assistance of another team, to shepherd the guests in Napoleon's bedroom back to their own times. Alex really did smile when Jericho announced that Inspector Harry Hadden's team was on way. She really looked forward to meeting the dashing, handsome and charming young Harry again. [See episode; ‘Alexandra, Harry, Tess and Lisa too…’] Jericho and Wilson chuckled at the look on Alex's face. They stopped being happy, when they looked at the doorway of the ballroom.
Jericho slowly pulled his orb from his coat pocket and saw that it was blood red; he operated the emergency assistance app on his mirror immediately. Monsignor Laurent stood there, arms folded and unsmiling. Jericho had recognised Janis, the Tier One demon, despite his handsome human disguise. "Hurry the fuck up good knight." He whispered; the demon had started to smile, and it wasn't a pleasant one.
Jericho smiled and held up a hand; "Evening Sir. You missed the circus I'm afraid." He said and shrugged his shoulders. The demon laughed; "Jericho, you have balls of steel. I actually may regret sending you into the darkness." He raised both hands and the team flinched in horrific anticipation of what was about to happen to them.
James casually walked from the French doors that opened onto the magnificent gardens. He nodded at Janis but smiled and spoke to Jericho. "I think you had better go Jericho and find bloody Napoleon. I'll take care of my old adversary Janis." James said softly and transformed; he was now in his silver armour complete with huge sword. Just before they vanished; the team watched the Demon Janis transform into his armour; black of course.
Jackie groaned; she had really wanted to watch the two go to battle. Jericho really admonished her for that; "You really wouldn't want to be around if James got vanquished again." Wilson looked confused by that; "Surely James wins each time?" Jericho just sighed; "I think the score so far, is four to three in James favour. Good doesn't always win you know."
There was only one Knight of God who had a 100% record in these clashes of good and evil; that was Arthur Jenkins colloquially known as 'God's Champion', Arthur had vanished every demon he had encountered. The Dark Side had their 'undefeated Champion' too; he was called - rather unusually for a demon - 'Big Bernie'. Everyone waited in real anticipation of their eventual clash. If betting was possible in the afterlife, then the best odds you could get - for either of the pair - would be 'Evens'.
They stood in the busy street opposite the police station and watched the crowds gathering outside. There were several armed gendarmes [brandishing rifles] guarding the big front doors. "Inspector Le Grande is obviously taking no chances." Jericho muttered and gestured for the team to join him in a little 'Cafe Tabac' for coffee and brandies.
10. THE PARIS POLICE SATION SEIGE.
The little 'Cafe Tabac' was packed, but three young men - rather gallantly - gave up their seats to the ladies. Alex and Jackie thanked them and let them kiss their hands. One young man lingered so long over kissing Jackie's hand that she had to wipe it with a napkin. Jericho spoke quietly despite the noise in the little cafe; "Now, how the hell do we get in there?" Everyone just looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. A very harassed waiter slapped a tray of brandies down and muttered he would bring the coffees - when he could - but smiled at the girls. Jericho gave him a good tip - a very good tip - and he was back almost instantly. He was unhappy again when he asked Jackie out; she told him where to go, in a very un-lady like manner.
Jericho and Wilson stood by the windows and watched as Inspector Le Grande rushed from the police station into several carriages with about a dozen armed men. "Now what the fuck is going on?" Wilson said and rubbed his chin in puzzlement. Jericho smiled and rubbed his hands together; "Great timing. They must have found the notes I wrote and burnt in the fireplace. I knew it would take time to decipher them. Their police scientists must have just read what I wrote."
Wilson nodded and asked; "What the hell did you write on them?" Jericho shrugged his shoulders; "That Boucher and I were about to assassinate the French president and signal the Kaiser [the German Emperor] that he could invade. That’s all and it worked." Wilson just groaned.
Jericho whispered to Alex, then turned to both girls; "Off you go. Work your magic and charm; get in that police station. Soon as you find bloody Napoleon call me." The girls sighed - in unison - and headed for the station, now surrounded by an unhappy mob. There were several Bulgarian refugees waving banners – in Bulgarian - that no one could understand. That started a fight with the local natives, who didn't like foreign refugees at the best of times and Alex went straight up to the first young policeman; nervously clutching his rifle and smiled at him. She gestured to Jackie and whispered in his ear. He grinned and escorted them inside.
Wilson rubbed his chin again; "What the hell did she say?" He asked a happy Jericho who downed his brandy in one hit. "Just that they're high-class working girls; summoned by Inspector Le Grande to celebrate the arrest of the traitor Boucher. It's common to have a piss up and some entertainment when they crack a case open."
Wilson chuckled; "And with the good Inspector racing to the presidents aid; there's no one to question that bloody story. Though Alex won't be happy playing the tart again." He had to smile; Jericho really did amaze him at times. They left the little café and waited in a quiet alley, where no one should notice their disappearance when they received the girls call. Ruth chuckled to herself; the thought of 'Jackie' having to play the tart made her smile.
The young policeman had Jackie against the office door with his probing tongue firmly buried in her mouth and his hands inside her bodice. Jackie ran her hands down his beer-stained uniform and rubbed the excited policeman’s crotch. Her eyes widened at what she had hold of, ‘Christ! It’s hard as wood! And quite oddly shaped as well. Alex would want to see and probably try it!’ She thought as the policeman thoroughly explored her mouth with his tongue. With one hand she frantically gestured Alex over and Alex embraced the very happy Gendarme from behind and her hands joined Jackie’s gripping the policeman’s tackle. He actually thought he had died and gone to sexual heaven. ‘Sweet Jesus! I must examine this.’ Thought Alex and the girls soon had the policeman’s uniform trousers down, followed by his beer-stained pants. [didn’t he know how to drink beer without spilling most of it?]
They both stared at his banana cock which had – for some strange reason only known to God – erected downwards. Alex shrugged her shoulders and knelt, pushing the strange, shaped cock into her mouth and set about sucking the juice from it. Meanwhile the ecstatic young copper had his hands in Jackie’s panties and discovered that she was a very special lady! “Mon Dieu! Dieu travaille de manière merveilleuse, une nana avec une bite!" [must be a popular saying in France!] He exclaimed and jerked her cock with some strength. Jackie was having trouble breathing with the randy French policeman’s tongue buried down the back of her throat but was enjoying his touch downstairs. Then he came in Alex’s mouth, shouting ‘”Viva La France!”
Alex brushed herself down and sighed, it tasted of garlic! She headed for the large keyboard and stared at it: no keys were shown for the cells. Alex just smiled and carefully removed the cell keys from the hook behind the door, hung there for extra security! Jackie finally managed to extradite herself from his grip and throw a mean right hook into his smiling face. He lay on the floor; unconscious, but still grinning, clutching his oddly shaped, but now flaccid cock.
Jackie brushed down her skirts and pushed her abused bosom back into her bodice. "Let’s go." Was all Alex said and they sneaked down the corridor; every available copper was outside dealing with the mob. They found Napoleon sitting in a rough cell, nursing his bruised testicles. He looked up at the girls and groaned; what he said in French wasn't pleasant. Alex operated her mirror and called Jericho.
"The randy little bastard must have cleaned his teeth with bloody garlic." Jackie moaned and wiped her mouth with a dainty hankie; she needed a brandy to take the taste away. The rest of the team appeared, and Jericho took the cell keys from Alex with a big smile; "Well done girls. I knew a true Frenchman couldn't resist two gorgeous and willing tarts. Wilson and Jackie will escort our time travelling emperor back to 1821 and make sure he meets his departure on time." He unlocked the cell and Napoleon stood and almost smiled. "You can smile Jericho Tibbs, but you haven't heard the last of me, I can promise you that." He disappeared with Wilson and Jackie firmly gripping an arm each.
Jericho operated his mirror and the remainder of the team also disappeared. Sitting in the opposite cell was McIves who laughed to himself. Sometimes travelling in time could prove a real laugh and great entertainment. He sighed and disappeared too. The old drunk sitting on the floor next to him rubbed his eyes and sighed; that was the last time he drank bloody cheap Russian vodka. He would stick to Pernod and toilet cleaner in future.
Inspector Le Grande sat in his quiet office and rubbed his backside, where the President’s boot had landed. He shuffled the papers about his desk and ran his fingers through his little black beard. With Boucher gone - simply vanished - he was forced to release the circus people. He re-read the report of what happened during the siege of his police station and sighed loudly.
The only good thing to have happened was the demise of Dumont and Faulds. Those two murdering bastards death was the best thing to happen for some years. Women could now walk the streets feeling a lot safer. The sudden and baffling disappearance of Monsignor Laurent from Boucher's villa was also a total mystery. It was now five to three in James favour.
He rose and walked to the small window that overlooked the now quiet streets of Paris, his beloved city. His colleagues in French Intelligence had reported that 'Lord Tibbs' did not exist, and British Intelligence had confirmed that fact. He watched night creeping in and rubbed his backside again. There was more to this strange case than he could fathom. The police Commissioner had thrown his detailed report in the waste basket; right in front of him and shouted for some time. He wouldn't make Chief Inspector now.
Then there was the strange case of the Spanish looking 'Scotsman' who had paid his hotel bill in old Spanish Gold coins and carried an antique ‘black’ sword everywhere, including the bloody bathroom, apparently. He had also vanished too, at the same time as the so-called ‘Lord Tibbs’ and his strange retinue. Le Grande walked back to his desk and pulled a vodka bottle from the bottom drawer and slowly uncorked it. The only little ray of sunshine in the whole bloody mess was his forthcoming little assignation with the delightful Madame Fibrion. He poured some vodka into his coffee cup and knocked it back in one hit.
Then, there was the bloody circus troop who claimed they hired the strangers in a dockside pub in Normandy, so they didn’t ask too many questions! Finally, there was Jean-Paul, the regular old drunk had sworn on his mother’s grave - if he ever had a mother - that a big olive-skinned male had [the so-called Scotsman?] simply vanished in front of him. After several other people had done so; including three very pretty ladies. Le Grande knew full well who they were. No one would believe the drunks incredible story. But he did.
CHARACTERS
Captain Jean Pullaire was killed at Waterloo, serving with his cavalry Regiment. He was buried in a mass grave with no record of his name. He is now lost to history. His soul was collected and processed.
Monsieur Cission carried out his master's orders [Napoleon I] with great skill and dedication. He built a fine travelling chest, and the inside of the Chinese cabinet was fitted to the chest. It is understood that the chest was taken by Napoleon into exile. Monsieur Cission took the secret of the switch to his grave. He died in 1826 and his soul was collected and processed. Jericho and Wilson had no idea that the Chinese cabinet no longer was a time portal. They had used their mirrors to escape the musket fire of Napoleon's troops.
Colonel Henri Durand finally appeared at Fontainebleau Palace with his survey and was promptly thrown into prison! He was there for some days until General Charles Dulauloy turned up in person; to vouch for him. Napoleon was - apparently - very disappointed to find that Durand's wife was a sickly creature, who didn't dance or smile much. The Colonel was released, and the story of his incarceration is a family legend to this day. Colonel Durand died in 1831 and his soul was collected and possessed. His wife had preceded him by 9 years.
Lieutenant Vaccaro was killed at Waterloo in 1815. Human Records show that he actually was an illegitimate son of the Great Emperor Napoleon I. He was buried in a mass grave and so remains anonymous to history. His soul was collected and processed.
Colonel Le Grande's luck finally ran out; he had survived the Battle of Waterloo without a scratch. But on the retreat back to Paris, his horse was scared by a barking dog and threw him against a wall. The Colonel suffered head injuries and died a few days later. He was buried hastily in an unmarked grave; the whereabouts are still not discovered to this day. His soul was collected and processed. Inspector Le Grande was his great grandson and had clearly inherited his knack for being lucky; well, for a while at least!
Marshal Nay continued to service France after
Napoleon's abdication in 1814. He served the French King Louis XVIII until
Napoleon's return and the start of the famous 100 days - ending at Waterloo - Nay
had re-joined Napoleon and after the Emperors final defeat, he was executed by
firing squad for treason to the new French King in 1815. His final words were:"
Soldiers, when I give the command to fire, fire straight at my heart. Wait for
the order. It will be my last to you. I protest against my condemnation. I have
fought a hundred battles for France, and not one against her. Soldiers,
fire!" Napoleon always called Nay 'the bravest of the brave' - he
was right - as usual. His soul was collected and processed.
Lady Helena Covington ['Lady of Guisse'] didn't have to explain much about her
bed rest, suffering from a gunshot wound - to her estranged husband - he simply
didn't care. In the summer of 1865, she gave birth to a son. Her husband was
pleased he had a legitimate heir, without having to sleep with the woman he hated!
Human Records show the boy's father was NOT Napoleon I. Lady Helena died in
1910. Her soul was collected and processed. It was just co-incidence; that Napoleon
died on St. Helena, which had the same name of the mistress, who could have
altered his destiny and that of the world!
Jean Hessaine was Jericho's Human Agent for this time and place; died in 1827
from 'Consumption'. His soul was collected and processed.
Madame Aglae - Duchess of Elchingen [Marshal Nay's wife] survived her husband
and died in 1854. Her soul was collected and processed.
Madame Margaret Du Loupe fell from Napoleon's favour, just weeks after the
Fontainebleau incident and his subsequent abdication. She returned to her
husband and lived in Normandy until her death in 1833. Her soul was collected
and processed.
Lucus Boucher was murdered on Napoleon's orders in 1821 and his body used to cover Napoleon's escape to 1910. But Napoleon could do nothing about Boucher's soul and so, temporal detectives where soon on the emperors trail. Boucher's soul was collected and processed.
General Joffre commanded the French Army at the outbreak of the war [1914-1918] until 1916. He is mostly remembered for victory, at the Battle of the Marne in 1914, which is credited with saving France. He died in 1931 and his soul was collected and processed.
Colonel Georges Mardue was the General's aide until 1915, when for some personal reason; his was transferred to an active unit from Staff HQ. He was killed at Verdun in 1916. He had been a professional soldier all his life and had no real family. His soul was collected and processed.
Monsignor Jean Beasson was Boucher/Napoleon's private secretary and knew little of what the emperor was planning. After Boucher/napoleon's disappearance in 1910 he worked for various wealthy men around Paris. He never married and died in 1927. His soul was collected and processed.
Madame Maria Fibroin, the human agent for this time and place continued to use her talents for the Temporal detectives Department over her lifetime. She married three times and had one daughter - Maude - and died in 1942 under the Nazi occupation. She was - of course - a member of the French resistance and was killed in a fight with the Gestapo, when they raided a 'safe House' she was guarding. Her soul was collected and processed. She now works as a Collector and has applied to join the Temporal Detectives; Inspector Doc Underhill has thrown his weight and very worthy reputation behind her application. She awaits the Angels decision.
Monsignor Jean Dumont was shot and killed in his police cell by an assassin paid for by Napoleon/Boucher to prevent him talking. His soul was collected and processed; it was quarantined for 250 Human years because of five murders he had carried out over his time amongst the living.
Norman Faulds was also shot in his police cell, awaiting interview by Inspector Le Grande. His soul was collected and processed. It received 200 human years in quarantine for various murders and killings. On an odd note, a couple of dozen Paris prostitutes sang and danced behind his modest funeral cortege; they were glad to be rid of an evil, sadistic client!
Countess Evelyn Fredericks [unknown to her husband] turned out to be a 'double agent' with her loyalty lying firmly with Great Britain. Her husband didn't survive the war; his biplane was shot down in early 1915 over Ypres, flying for the Imperial German Luftwaffe. She married again - having returned to England - in 1920. She had three children and died in 1937. Her soul was collected and processed.
Inspector Henri Le Grande retired from the police in 1919 and moved to Normandy, where he ran a small farm. He married a much younger woman [there was 17 years between them] in 1922 and had four children; both his two sons joined the Paris police service. He died in 1935 surrounded by his large and loving family; he had succumbed to throat cancer. His soul was collected and processed.
Monsignor François Du Pont continued to run his small travelling circus until 1917, when he died suddenly from a particularly nasty bout of 'flu. His soul was collected and processed.
Mademoiselle Lucy Du Pont took over the circus and continued to manage it until 1924. She met an American journalist that year and the pair quickly married. She lived the remainder of her life in New York and had three children. She died in 1951. Her soul was collected and processed.
Monsignor Laurent [aka 'Janis the demon'] lost yet another battle with James and was cast back to his master - the Dark Prince - but remains a senior minion. Demon Ingress currently reports his whereabouts as Moscow, in the year 1981. Alexander - a Knight of God - and team 34 are on his trail.
SPECIAL APPEARANCE BY Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte I, as himself.
