Section 144 is out on a limb
“Now then Mr Jools. You ’ava seat there and we’ll ’ava little talk alroit.”
Constable directed Vernon to an uninviting metal framed chair whose leather seat was more fake than faux. The fifties functionality of the chairs and table in the room seemed anachronous given the technology mounted on the wall that became more apparent as Vernon stepped inside.
“Ahhr. Oi see you’ve noted our window on th’world. Brand spankin’ that is.
Vernon sat down wondering when nasty city cop would burst in armed with a tazor, or iron bar, to complement his nice ’nd rustic colleague.
Constable Constable drew a remote control from his pocket, locking the door as he did so. As if talking to himself the detective said “Video conference interview commencin’ at 10:56, with Detective Constable Constable, Mr Jools and accomplice.”
Vernon, who was listening intently hoping for clues tried not to display his puzzlement.
He failed. “Don’t look so confoosed Mr Jools. We’ve many prosthetics to length’n the arm of the law.”
The screen sprang into life and Vernon nearly tumbled from his chair.
“Émile?” He said, failing also any spymaster’s test of mute non-compliance. At least Émile was looking smug.
“Mr Jools shows ’is recognition of ’is accomplice on seein’ the screen.” Enjoying the moment Constable glanced at Vernon; “Mr Jools go ahead, speak to our accomplice. E’s somewhere in Spain ’elpin’ us with our enquiries d’you see?”
“Say nothin’ Vernon, I’ll tell you all you need to know. Game plan is this…” Émile had clearly retained his sense of being in control. “Turns out Mr Mudrock’s millions have found their way home to his account, but all the other stolen money hasn’t. I’ve been helping the police find it; and… Mr Mudrock has been alerted to the wolf in sheep’s clothing he was about to do a deal with. He’s dropping charges and helping the police, discreetly of course. As we promised, we’ve cleared up a lot of stuff ’nd nonsense.”
Vernon had only one question for Émile. At least, only one he was burning to ask. “Robin Hood, Émile? How does Robin Hood fit into all this?”
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