[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 [/center][hr][hr]
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	The Lord-Major's cheery disposition faltered once more. He sighed, and looked from Josephine to Haakon, and back again. [color=b8860b]"That is quite the level of presumption, Mr. Elvsgaard."[/color] he said quietly, and element of genuine sadness to his voice. [color=b8860b]"I had hoped to handle this matter quietly, but as we are apparently not against publicly airing the minors of what we are willing to confess, perhaps it is the better course of action to end this tension quickly, as if removing an adhesive bandage, you see..."[/color] 

	Reginald cleared his throat, reclaiming the assertive, authoritative lilt associated with his usual demeanor of business and professional candor. [color=b8860b]"We have long past the typewriter, sir. That is, as they say, "yesterday's news". Let us not speak of it further at this time. Nor shall we speak at length of [i]your notebook[/i], Mr. Elvsgaard, which our counterparts at the Norwegian Embassy were kind enough to translate, starting at the [i]back[/i] and moving up. I shall not go into detail, but suffice it to say, you may consider your materials confiscated. Though we shall discuss it later, just you and I, if the circumstances allow for our continued association."[/color] 

	He gave the implication of his speech time to sink in. The Lord Major's face became grave again. [color=b8860b]"Madame, Sir, the indigenous gentleman who joined us for breakfast earlier is a representative of the Cairo Prison. In this country, the Prison is a direct extension of the local constabulary, an organization which the Crown took great pains to train and establish positive discourse, of which I have personally been a great part. As the two of you are under my protection for the meantime, the Prison has extended the courtesy of allowing my people to escort you to the prison for questioning concerning a murder that occurred last night. One for which the two of you have been implicated. It should be a very simple affair, in and out."[/color] He continued darkly, [color=b8860b]"...one hopes."[/color]  

	[color=b8860b]"Furthermore, as guests of the Crown, I shall see to it that you have (in addition to escort), a representative of His Majesty who will be with you at all times to act as counsel, [i]and[/i] to ensure that there is no chicanery afoot."[/color] Reginald rose to his full height and called a single, clear word across the Barracks: [color=b8860b][i]"Corporal!"[/i][/color] A tense pause filled the room. One might hear the sound of boots hitting ground from a great distance away, or was that mere imagination? The door burst open, admitting a man in the rugged uniform of a non-commissioned man, catching his breath in big gulps. 

	"Yes, Lord [b]MAJOR![/b]"

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