[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=b8860b][b]Location:[/b][/color] Qasr El Nil Barracks (Officer's Club) [/center][hr][hr]

	The Lord Major shook his head slightly, considering the ramifications of assisting in the escort of the young American woman. The more gentlemanly duty was handled at base level by the driver, but Reginald could not simply leave it at basic point of etiquette. Not when there was another option available. As it turned out, his nephew Peter handled just exactly that, offering his services alongside that of the chauffeur. [color=b8860b]"Regretfully no, Missus Ridgeway. There were others at the Museum that mentioned their intent to come by the Barracks when their own efforts had concluded for the evening. I would be a poor host, to be vacant were they choose to accept the hospitality of the Qasr El Nil."[/color] 

	Looking Peter over, Reginald reached down to the holster for his revolver on his belt. Unfastening the flap, he spoke to his nephew. [color=b8860b]"I wonder if you should feel the need for it, Peter, considering the particularly uncommon occurrences of the evening thusfar. It's a Webley, you see. Like the ones we were issued for the War, but the action is a skosh smoother. I shall be well enough here, consuming my scotch and looking up requisition paperwork, pouring through my collection of personal and business cards for what promises to be an interestingly tedious bit of horse trading on the morrow."[/color] 

	He waved the two of them toward the car. [color=b8860b]"And I shall expect to see you before the evening concludes, my boy - I shall have guest accommodations waiting upon your return."[/color] 

	[color=b8860b]"Missus Ridgeway, it has been a genuine pleasure keeping your company, and I hope to see you safe and well as we continue planning our Fellowship. Good evening, madame."[/color]