Roger watched Bea as she examined the letter. He hoped this was it. That this would give them a clue of where to go. It was a long shot though and it was possible it had nothing to do with the package she received, still... He straightened a bit as she mentioned the writing might match the package. Well that was convenient. He started to look for an envelope. Professor Brown was meticulous. Most of the letters had been with an envelope. It had kept them somewhat organized. He found it. "Randolph T. Smith." He read the address and looked at Bea. "He lives in Glasgow." He told her. That was near four hundred miles from them. They would have to take an airship or steam train to get there. Assuming the man still lived there. He handed her the envelope. "Does it match?" He inquired.

Mentally, he thought about the best way to get to Glasgow. Airship would probably be the best method. There were ships in town they could hire. He knew of one captain that had just came in recently. He had a smaller vessel. They might be able to hire him. Assuming of course he was still in town and was interested in heading to Northern England. He was more concerned though, about them still being there. The captain had a bit of a wanderlust and kept moving. However, Roger felt that if the man was still here, he might be willing to go to Northern England. Roger had helped him out on one or two occasions and though they weren't chums they were a bit more than just an acquaintance. 

He looked back at Bea. He tried to remember if there had been a Randolph when he had worked with Professor Brown. He couldn't remember one but then again, he didn't know a lot of the people that came around. Besides, if Randolph was truly the man that sent the package, it was doubtful they had been in contact for a long time. However, Roger did wonder, how did those following Professor Brown miss this? They had to have gone through his stuff. Wouldn't they have suspected? Or was the probable one time visit not worth it to them?
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He shrugged. "There was no way we could have figured out that part was going to break." He said getting nervous. There was none. None that he knew. If he was honest with himself, he would admit he wasn't the best mechanic but despite himself, he was a good one. In fact, something like this most mechanics would have missed. It was only the very few, the very talents, that had the specific ear that would have caught this. However, the fact that he blew it off and didn't even investigate the warning was what got him into trouble. However, prideful as he was, he still couldn't believe that some...[i]girl[/i], a delivery one at that, could have known where he didn't.

He shook his head. "It is near impossible for anyone to have known. The only way the girl would have known is if she had done something." He shrugged. "She might not have but how then did she know?" His eyes narrowed. "There is no feasible way she could have known? There was no feasible way [b]I[/b] could have known." 

This was a setback and he found that it was very difficult when one didn't have underlings to put the blame on. Not that he did anything wrong. It was always someone else's fault. He was well decorated. He knew what he was doing. He served on many grand ships as head mechanic. If the captain didn't understand that, then that's his fault. "We can get the part replaced and should be good to go." He said, deciding that he was done defending himself. It wasn't like they'd get rid of him.