[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] Egyptian Museum
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	The Lord Major raised an eyebrow, seeing that Vera had actually chosen to hide from [i]him[/i] behind the very man he assumed was accosting her. Either this rugged and tallish miscreant was some manner of mind-controlling Swami (possibly instructed by one, he could not be certain), there was the most insidious blackmail afoot, or he had misjudged the situation. 

	He turned his face straight on, facing the Infamous Mr. Drake, and raised his other eyebrow. Both now fully elevated, Reginald's features took on an image of surprise. His entire demeanor changed into one of bubbly friendliness, indicated by rosy cheeks and a dashing, jovial smile. He slid his sabre back into its scabbard with somewhat less proficiency than it was drawn, and secured his Webley more tightly in its holster. 

	[color=b8860b]"Well met then, Mr. Drake! I am Lord Major Reginald I. Keystone, sir, of His Majesty's Royal Air Corps. Not to worry my good man, I shan't let the circumstances of your birth unduly mar my opinion of you."[/color] He extended his hand to the man, anticipating a return of the more formal greeting. [color=b8860b]"Even if you [i]are[/i] a Yank."[/color]

	[color=b8860b]"I fought alongside quite a few of you Americans with the Air Campaigns during the Great War, you see. Cheeky lot, you Colonials, but infinitely more tolerable than most. Between you and I, old boy, I've oft thought that some of our stodgier higher-ups in the Empire could use a bit of those "Cowboy Heroics" for which your people are so famous."[/color]

	And he kept talking. Luckily, he was drawing to a close. [color=b8860b]"But I digress. Yes, the Lady Munn is correct. Damage to a site of historical significance, by misdeed or misadventure, is a detestable and unfortunate thing. I should hope for your sake, the local authorities don't make much note of it. In any case, I should very much like to borrow Lady Munn for a moment, to consult on her expertise."[/color]

	Reginald hastily recovered one of his own business cards and fetched a pen from Vera's desk. While he was no artist, he had seen this image several times in the Midnight Theatre of his subconscious, and could skillfully reproduce it on paper. [color=b8860b]"It would be a ring, Lady. A gold ring. Has it any significance to you?"[/color]