“Well, now gentlemen. Won’t you take a seat?” Mr Orpington said, gesturing to two leather backed chairs as the door of the plush office closed behind them.
“I think he’s heard of us, Mr Pears” said Mr Hinds as they both sat down. Mr Pears did not reply, but one corner of his mouth appeared a notch higher than the other.
“Oh yes, I’ve heard of you and your colleague. I’ve also heard of your employer, Mr Vilguard” said Mr Orpington, setting back into his broad, comfy leather seat.
“You appear to be well informed” replied Mr Hinds, “good. You know what my employer seeks?”
“A device, something he will use as part of his nefarious plans no doubt.”
Mr Hinds smiled; leaned back into his chair and brought his fingertips together, forming a triangle. “A device, yes. We believe it may be in the hands of a boy by the name of Wickes.”
“His father was a member of your engineers club, was he not?”
“We will find the boy. He need not be harmed, Mr Vilguard can be quite generous…”
“So you will tell us where to find the boy, so that he might benefit from this generosity?”
“Pardon?” Mr Hinds enquired, raising an eyebrow.
“Never mind Mr Orpington, Mr Pears can be very persuasive.”
“Ah yes; Mr Pears is a bruiser isn’t he? A Symonds Delta Nine, right?”
“Well, yes…” stammered Mr Hinds.
“Nothing to worry about then.”
“Your argument might be somewhat weak Mr Orpington…”
“Yours is weaker.” Mr Orpington called out to a door behind him “Mr Jarrett?”
A man seven feet tall and at least four wide at the shoulders and wearing an expensive black suit and tie entered the room, took a small bowler hat from his dome-like head and held it in one gorilla-like hand.
“Gentleman, this is Mr Jarrett, an epsilon five model.”
The lenses of Mr Pears spectacles became opaque as he looked up at Mr Jarrett.