The Riddle
“Mmmmddmfppllsssdnntt...”
The blonde
wriggled round in the back of the 4x4, in a
vain attempt to shake off the ropes that encircled her arms and chest, forcing
the material of her brown dress to stretch tightly over her breasts as it held
her body firmly in place. Her wrists
were firmly secured behind her back as she tried to stretch her long legs out,
only for her cork wedged sandals to hit the side and the ropes to rub even more
against her bare ankles.
“Just relax,
my dear,” the dark haired woman who had grabbed her from her home and forced
her into the back of her own car said, “I’m sure your husband loves you so much
that he will be more than willing to exchange the diamonds for you.” She was tall, about six feet, and thin,
dressed in a black sweater and leather pants, matched by her jacket and
gloves. The Raybans hid her eyes as the
captive tried again to scream through the layers of tape that covered her
stuffed mouth.
“See,” the
woman said as a mobile phone rang, “I told you he would come through. One moment.”
She smiled as she looked at the screen, and then stopped as she answered
the call.
“Madame?”
“Dominique,”
a voice like a hot breeze calling across the meadow in summer as it hits your
face said. “I regret interrupting you,
but I have need of your services.”
“Of course,
Madame. I should be with you in one
hour. Until then.” Dominique ended the call and leaned into the
car, stroking the long ringlets away from the frightened woman’s face. “Another business call, nothing to - ah,” she
said as her phone rang again, and she answered it.
“I do hope
you have the payment ready,” she said as she looked in the car again, “Your
very beautiful wife is eager to see you soon....”
Ninety minutes
later, Dominique pulled up outside the non-descript industrial warehouse and
stepped out, locking her car as she did so.
Walking in the front door, she smiled to the elderly uniformed guard sat
at the desk.
“Good
evening, George - I believe she is expecting me?”
“She is
indeed, Miss Dominique - you are to head right up.” The guard pressed a button to open the doors
to an elevator, which Dominique strode into and turned, watching as the doors
closed and she was taken to the top floor.
The doors opened
to show a red haired woman, slightly smaller than Dominique, standing there
with a file in her hand.
“My
apologies, Penelope,” she said as she stepped out, "but the husband was a
tad tardy. I trust I have not kept her
waiting too long?”
“Not really,”
Penelope said as they walked across the empty office space to a set of large
double doors, “she will not start without you.”
She opened the door and showed Dominique into a well furnished
office. At the far end a dark haired,
thin woman was sitting reading a file at a large oak desk.
“Madame,”
Dominique said as Penelope closed the door behind her,” My apologies for my
late arrival.”
“It is quite
all right, Dominique,” Madame X replied as she put the file down and stood up,
walking to the front of the desk as Dominique took a seat. “I am glad you were able to come in any case
- I have a most intriguing question that I would like you to look into, but
first I need to provide some background.
“Some time
ago we had the pleasure of entertaining a young woman by the name of Pamela
Hershey - an athletic young lady who we held hostage to persuade her father to
carry out a small task for us. Once the
task was completed, we left her in an abandoned warehouse for her father to
find.
“She was
wearing a long sleeved grey top and white track suit bottoms with black stripes
down the sides of the legs. When we left
her, she was very securely taped, her wrists secured as were her legs at her
ankle and knees. More tape was round her
waist and arms, her chest and arms, and her shoulders and legs, leaving her in
a seated position. She also had her mouth
stuffed and covered in grey tape.”
“So far it
sounds like standard procedure to me, Madame,” Dominique said as she brushed
some lint from her trouser leg, “I fail to see why I need to be involved.”
“I am getting
to that,” Madame X said with a smile. “There
was four of my staff on the team - Alison, Catherine, Deborah and Diane. As they left young Ms Hershey, Deborah
ensured that the usual letter of transit from me was left with them, and no
other trace of their involvement was left.
“Forty eight
hours later, Alison had a rather unfortunate encounter.”
Dominique sat
up when she heard this. She knew Alison
well, having been the head of a team that she was a member of some time
ago. A well built young woman with long
red hair, she was a particular favourite of the enforcer.
“What
happened?”
“The details
are a little unclear, but all she remembers is leaving her flat to come to
work. The next thing she knew was when
she opened her eyes and found herself in another abandoned warehouse.
“When she did
not arrive, I dispatched two others to track the signal from her tracker. This was the picture they took when they
found her.”
Madame X
handed Dominique a photograph, which showed Alison standing against a pole,
dressed in a tight fitting light blue sweater, a tight burgundy coloured
leather skirt, high heeled sandals and a blue silk strip tied into her
hair. Her lower jaw was covered in
silver tape, and her arms were pulled behind the pole. The presence of rope bands around her chest,
legs and ankles told Dominique all that she needed to know.
“She was
unharmed, but it was obvious someone knew she had a hand in the Hershey case,
especially when Catherine’s housemate came home and found that Catherine had
been attacked as well.
“From what
she said, she came into the kitchen to find Catherine sitting in a chair,
dressed in a purple halter neck dress and shoes. She was well secured, with ropes around her
chest and the chair back, her waist and her lap, and her wrist and ankles bound
and connected with more rope. She looked
over her shoulder as the flatmate came in, trying to give her a warning, but
the white tape over her mouth made that rather difficult. As it was, she was powerless to stop her
friend also been grabbed, trussed and gagged.
“The
intruders took nothing, but it was obvious a message was been sent.”
“What of
Deborah and Diane?”
“They were
visited at home that night - two masked individuals, who forced them to strip their
clothes off.
“Diane was
forced to use some lengths of black rope to bind Deborah to a chair, the
attackers insisting that she made sure Deborah was - well, let us just say her
chest was very noticeable. As she
described it to me, her breasts were pulled out in such a way that they were
forced to stick out and she was - most excited.
“Diane was
then forced to push Deborah’s knickers into her mouth and cover it with white
tape, before she herself was secured and silenced.” Madame X sat on the desk and looked at Dominique. “Someone has leaked details of the team who
carried out this kidnapping, and it concerns me on two fronts. Firstly, that the information got out. Secondly, who got the information?”
She looked at
Dominique. “Solve the riddle for me,
Dominique - find out who leaked the information and take any appropriate
action.”
“I have one
question,” Dominique said as she stood up.
“What was her father meant to do?”
“Look the
other way while I conducted a series of raids at a local ladies’ college,
searching for some important information.
He was a security guard there.
Why do you ask?”
“Were any outside
contractors involved?”
Madame X sat
back. “I did call in two specialists,
but I have implicit trust in them. I assume you wish to talk with them as
well?”
“IT would be
remiss if I did not. Who was it?”
Madame X
handed Dominique a business card - and watched as Dominique raised an eyebrow
when she looked at the name. “I accept
your trust in them,” she said as she slipped the card into her pocket, “but I
will talk to them anyway. I will report
back when I have some news to impart.”
She turned and walked out of the room, Madame X looking at her as she
left.
As Dominique
walked to the stage door, she looked at the poster plastered to the wall.
TONIGHT - FOR ONE NIGHT ONLY
THE PREMIER FEMALE MAGIC ACT IN THE UK
HARMONICS!!!
The words
appeared over tow smiling female faces, their blonde hair held back from their
identical faces. Dominique smiled as she
walked into the stage door, and said “I have an appointment with the Harman
ladies - would you please tell them that Dominique is here?”
She waited
for a few minutes until the old man at the door came back and motioned to
her. She followed him, her coat moving
in the breeze as she walked down a long thin corridor and stopped by a door. The man knocked and said “Miss Harman, Miss
Harman - your guest is here.”
The door
opened and Margot Harman looked out, smiling as she said “thanks, Jack,” and
ushered Dominique in. She saw Harriet
sitting there, and said "I’m glad you could find a few minutes for me,” as
the door closed.
“Oh come on,
Dominique, you’re always welcome back stage where we are,” Margot said as she
sat down, “but I get the distinct feeling this is not exactly a social
call. What can we do for you?”
“It’s about
the work you carried out for Madame,” Dominique said as she sat down, her legs
crossing as she adjusted her skirt. “We
think there may have been a leak - not from you, I hasten to add - but I need
to find out from you what happened or if anything unusual occurred.”
“Well,”
Margot said as she sat down, “the instructions were fairly clear, as they
always are with Madame. We gained entry
to the school, and as per the plan we made our way first to the office. There was a secretary there - long dark hair,
right Hattie?”
“Right Maggie
- yellow blouse, short skirt. I think we
broke our own record for securing her to the chair - three minutes from crossing
her wrists behind the chair back to wrapping the bandage round her mouth.”
“So she would
have had no chance to raise the alarm?”
“None
whatsoever - she was in the company of both of us the whole time, and the ropes
were as always tied sufficiently well to ensure she could not interfere at all
in our plans. Why?”
“Madame has
asked me to look into a possible leak associated with that assignment. Do not worry - you are as always above
reproach. I just wondered if anything unusual
happened that night.”
“Unusual?” Margot thought for a moment. “Not really - not unless you count the kinky
kids.”
“The Kinky
kids?”
“I came
across them in their rooms - two students, dressed in white t-shirts and jeans,
who seemed to be having great fun when I went in. They had both tied a crotch rope between
their legs, very tightly, and then taped over their mouths with several strips
of duct tape. When I arrived, they were
busy rubbing each other up and gag kissing.”
Dominique
stifled a laugh. “What did you do with
them?”
“What else -
I tied a long scarf over their mouths, trussed them as tightly as everyone
else, and made them walk into the main room where we had gathered
everyone. As I was tying them, they
looked at me and mumbled as if they were enjoying every second of it.”
“What about
you, Harriet?”
“Well, there
was the army girl I surprised as she tried to get out of the window. She must have hidden and tried to get out to
raise the alarm, but I caught her on a sweep round.
“She didn’t
seem too happy to see me, but my size gave me an advantage, so I sat her next
to a pillar outside, tied her arms round it, thorn lashed her to the wood and
tied her legs. White tape over her
mouth, and she seemed happy as - well, not very happy really.”
“So you
secured everyone, and the main team found what they were looking for.”
“Yeah,”
Margot said as she stood up. “So why
does she think there was a leak?”
“Some of the
team associated on a side mission were attacked at home - and Madame takes her
staff health very seriously.”
“There was
one thing,” Harriet said quietly, “One of the people we held seemed a little
too relaxed, as if she knew something.”
“Are you
thinking of the brunette?”
Dominique sat
down. “A brunette - tell me about her.”
“Well, she
was the last one we brought in. She was
about five ten, shoulder length brown hair, wearing a white lace top and pink
skirt. She looked round the room, and
just walked over to a chair, sitting down and looking at us with her blue
eyes. Even after we had secured her in
place, and covered her mouth with red tape, she kept staring at us. It was almost as if she was trying to
memorise what they could see of us.”
“I do not
suppose you caught her name?”
Harriet
looked at Margot. “Zoe, I think - it
struck me at the time that the last person in had the last letter in her name.”
Dominique
stood up. “Thanks, girls - you’ve been a
great help.”
“Who was
she?”
“I’ll tell
you later - oh and girls?”
“Yes?”
“Break a
leg.” Dominique made her way out of the
theatre and dialled a number on her mobile phone.”
“Penelope? It’s me.
Tell Madame I have a lead and ask if it would be possible for me to
borrow Lily for a day or two. I need to
go and visit an old friend.”
The Japanese
secretary was sitting at her desk, typing the final paragraphs of the report
for her employer when she felt the leather gloved hand clamped over her
mouth. “Stay nice and quiet,” Dominique
whispered in her ear as she stood behind her, “and do exactly what I tell
you. I would have words with your
employer, and I strongly suggest you stay out of the way while I do so.”
The woman
nodded as Dominique released her hand, and held a folded cloth in front of her
mouth. To her pleasure, the woman opened
her mouth and allowed her to push the damp cloth in, the mild sedative starting
to take effect as she secured a long black scarf over her mouth to keep the gag
in place.
Looking at
the name plate, Dominique again looked at the woman, dressed in a white blouse
and pleated blue skirt. A red shoe lace
tie was round her neck, tied in a bow, and leather shoes were on her feet.
“Now, Anika,”
she said with a smile, “Place your hands behind your back, and I will make it a
most - pleasurable time.”
Fifteen minutes
later, Dominique pulled the rope tightly around Anika’s arms, making sure the
third band locked into place before securing it to a ring in the wooden pillar
next to her. Her wrists were tied behind
her back and secured to her waist, while eh rankles were tightly bound.
She opened
her eyes and moaned as Dominique blew her a kiss, and walked into the office
behind the inner door. In the room, sat
behind a desk, was a dark haired woman, dressed in a blue linen dress, who
looked up as a pistol was pointed in her direction.
“Hello, Zoe,”
Dominique said as she smiled, “I think you and I need to have a little talk
about why you were at the college last week during the raid. Please, do not reach for the alarm - I am
sure Lady C will understand if you are unable to contact her for a while.”
“I see,” Zoë
said as she put her hand down on the table.
“If truth be told, I was not there for any reason to do with you, but
thank you for confirming Madame X was responsible. My lady was sure that was the case.”
“My employer
is not concerned about that,” Dominique said with a smile, “She is more
concerned that some of our employees have been shamefully treated, and she
wants to know who was responsible.”
“Really? Would this be the quartet that held the
guard’s daughter hostage? I heard of
that, but I assure you I am not responsible.”
“Do you have
any idea who is?”
“I may have
an idea, but I cannot hand over such information so easily. It would have to be - forced out of me in
some way.”
Dominique sat
down and crossed her legs, a smile on her face.
“I would not expect anything less,” she said, “so how would you like to
be found?”
Zoe wrote an
address on a piece of paper and handed it to Dominique. “This was the contact who told me the college
would be attacked - I believe you may find it is a friend of the guard’s
daughter, but I could not possibly confirm that.”
“OF course,”
Dominique said as she watched Zoe grab the front of her dress and rip it
apart. “Whenever you’re ready?”
An hour
later, Zoe looked down at her legs, wrapped in layers of black tape. Her knees were similarly bound, as were her
arms to her side and her wrists behind her back. Layers covered her mouths as her ripped
clothing moved over her body.
“Enjoy your
time,” Dominique said as she stood in the doorway , “and if this does not work,
I will be back.”
As she left
the office, her mobile phone rang,
“Hello?”
“Dominique,
it’s Lily Harmon. I was told you needed
my help?”
“Indeed -
meet me at the office tomorrow. I need
to check in with Madame and get her approval for something.”
“So this is
nothing to do with my hated rival?”
“No, Zoe was doing
this on her own time. Apparently she had
a tip off of the raid, but she is not responsible for the attacks on our team -
for which she wishes to pass on her good wishes.”
Madame X sat
back in her chair. “So what is your next
step?”
“I and Lillian
are going to visit a friend of the guard’s daughter - apparently she gave Zoe
the tip off, which suggests she knew something was happening.”
“IS she known
to us?”
“No, but she
soon will be.”
One Hour
later, Dominique and Lily walked up a path to a green wooden front door. Both were dressed in dark suits and jumpers,
and looked for all the world like cosmetics saleswomen.
Lily knocked
on the door and stood back as it was opened by a brown haired girl, dressed in
a blue blouse and shorts.
“Can I help
you?”
“You most
certainly can,” Lily said with a smile as she pushed the girl beck into the
house, Dominique closing the door behind them.
“You can have a little chat with us about a friend of yours - Pamela
Hershey?”
“Pamela - oh
god,” the girl said as she stared at the two women. “Have you come from him?”
“We have no
idea who him is,” Dominique said as she opened her case and produced some
lengths of white rope, “But you can tell me all about him while you strip.”
“Strip -
MUM!”
“Move,”
Dominique said as Lily ran past her, and through a door at the end of the
corridor. On the other side was a tall,
dark haired woman who was standing by a desk, a telephone in her hand.
“I don’t
think you should,” Lily said as she pointed a pistol in her direction, “Your
daughter may not like it. Now, very
slowly, put the receiver down and stand up.”
The woman
slowly did as Lily had demanded, showing her white blouse and short grey
skirt. “What are you going to do with
me,” she said as she raised her hands.
“Just keep
you out of the way while my friend talks to your daughter,” Lily said as she
put her own bag down. “Now, walk slowly
over here and put your hands behind your back.”
“I swear, I
did not know who he was. He called me
and told me I had to pass this message to that woman - he said if I did not, he
would hurt Pamela. Then I heard she had
been kidnapped, and I did not know what to do.”
“Who was he,”
Dominique said as she pulled the rope tightly around the frightened girl’s arms
above her breasts, forcing them into her side.
She was stripped naked, and bound tightly with ropes around her ankles,
knees and wrists. Rope was also
criss-crossed over her breasts, forcing them out.
“I don’t know
- it was all done by phone, and I did not recognise the number. All I had was an office to drop off
information at.”
“Where is
this office?”
“A small town
called Carrington, in the Midlands. The
address is written down by the telephone.”
Dominique
nodded as she pushed a wad of cotton into the girl’s mouth, and then sealed her
lips with white tape. “Good girl,” she
said a she held her face and kissed her gagged lips, before standing up and
joining Lily.
“Where’s the
mother?”
“Secured in the
office - what did you find out?”
Dominique
walked to the telephone desk and flipped through a book, stopping at page
before tearing it out. “I think they’ve
been duped as well - but we can’t be sure.
Yet.”
“So where
now?”
The evening
sun was setting as Lily drove past the sign that said “Welcome to Carrington -
Please Drive Carefully.”
“Looks like a
typical midlands town,” Lily said as they passed the rows of identical houses.
“You would
think so, but Carrington has quite a reputation. Did your uncle George ever come here?”
“Not that I
know of - seems as if nothing would happen here.”
“You would be
surprised - but for now we simply need to visit an office here and ask a few
questions. Come along.”
At the house,
the naked girl hopped into the back office, where she saw her mother starting
to untie the ropes around her knees. The dark haired woman smiled over the
thick white scarf that was forcing her lips apart and preventing her talking.
“Wlldnnn,”
she mumbled as her daughter sat next to her, mumbling as she placed her head
against her mother’s shoulder.
The following
morning found Lily and Dominique standing outside a non-descript office in the
town centre, watching as a young girl in a red hoodie walked past them. The sign above the office read “Carrington
Match Making Services.”
“Shall we?”
Dominique
held the door open as she and Lily walked in, closing and locking the door
behind her. They turned to see a dark
skinned girl sitting at reception desk, wearing a formal white gown.
“A little incongruous
for office wear,” Lily said as they both looked at her. “Going to a party later, Emily?”
“How did you
know my name was Emily,” the girl said as she looked up, only to laugh as he
realised the name plate on her desk had given the game away. “How can we help you?”
“You can keep
quiet,” Lily said as she produced a gun from her shoulder bag, “and lie face
down on the floor. We need a word with
your boss, but you need to be kept out of the way first. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you not to
scream or raise the alarm.”
“No,” Emily
said as she slowly pushed her chair back and knelt down, then on her stomach,
“you don’t.” She put her hands behind
her back, listening as Lily tote the end of a roll of black tape loose and
stuck it to her bare wrist.
“Emily, do
you have - oh,” a voice from the other side of the office said, and Dominique turned
to look at the other woman. She was
about five foot ten, with shoulder length black hair, and was wearing a pink
jacket and skirt.
“And you must
be Synthia,” Dominique said as she pointed her gun in the direction of the
door. “I would like to talk to you about
a girl called Pamela Hershey.”
“Ah,” Synthia
said with a smile, “I wondered how long it would take. I take it you came from Madame X.”
“You know of
her?”
“He does -
come in and I will tell you what you need to know.”
“He? Lily, will you be all right here?”
“Go,” Lily
said as she finished taping Emily’s wrists behind her back and turned her over,
“I will take care of the receptionist.
Dominique
nodded as she followed Synthia into the inner office, closing the door behind
her. “May I know your name,” Synthia
said as she sat in a chair.
“I am
Dominique - now kindly remove your jacket and skirt, and tell me who he is.”
Synthia
smiled as she slipped her jacket off, letting it fall to the floor and
revealing a white bra. “He has a lot of
history in this town, and has a small debt of honour to pay and a message to
send. This is part of his way of sending
it.”
“A
message? Why?”
“He has a
task to complete in this area, and he does not wish to attract the attention of
people such as your employer. He regrets
that your colleagues got in the way, but Pamela was never meant to have been
snatched - it was always the intention she sell the information on. I guess he took it personally.”
“You still
have not told me who he is.”
“No I have
not, but he has left a present for Madame X to consider. As for me,” she said as she stood up and
allowed her skirt to fall to the floor, “You may leave me any way you desire.”
“So what was
this - a test?”
“You will see
when you read the file - so, shall I cross my wrists behind my back?”
Lily tore off
the last length of tape and smoother it behind Emily’s knees as she looked to
the doorway, watching Dominique walk out with a file in her hands. “So do we know what happened?”
“We do Lily -
but I do not think Madame is going to like it too much. Come.”
Through the
open doorway, Lily could see the woman called Synthia, staring back as she
leaned forward to try and relieve the tight ropes that held her upper body
together. She was stripped to a white
bra and pink pants, with ropes holding her wrists and legs together and silver
tape over her mouth.
“What’s going
on,” Lily said as they left the store and closed the door behind them.
“It’s a game,
Lily - and Madame is not very fond of games.
I’ll call ahead for a meeting tomorrow.”
“So this has
been a message to me?”
Madame X was sitting
at her desk, with Dominique and Lily at the other side. “I am afraid so, Madame,” Dominique said,
“and I am afraid we have all been the victims of this. Tell me, how much do you know of the Horton
family in Carrington?”
“I know they
were very influential in the seventies and eighties in that town, running many
of the underground activities. If I
remember rightly, a woman called Caroline Merton brought the family head, Nathan
Norton, to justice. I saw his obituary
recently - he died a particularly unpleasant death. Why do you ask?”
“One of the
thing he did concerned a raid on a country house outside of Carrington. He liked to dress with a melodramatic flair,
and led the raid team dressed in a black opera cap, face mask and wide hat.”
“Very silent
serial,” Madame X said with a wry smile, “but I was aware of that part of his
reputation. So what happened?”
“He first
secured the housekeeper in a downstairs room, forcing her to lie on her back
with her wrists tied behind her back and a thin blue scarf in her mouth to
silence her. As a cruel trick, he pulled
her legs right up and tied them with rope, which he then secured to a ceiling
hook. I think he just wanted to torture
the poor girl by tickling her.
“Anyway, he
then went upstairs with his gang and surprised the householder and a visiting
friend. They were marched to a bedroom,
made to strip to their panties and stockings, and then secured on the bed. One was a dark haired girl, in dark panties
and stockings - she was tightly hogtied and a red ball gag put in her
mouth. The other was a blonde haired
girl, who was similarly hogtied in blue panties and gagged with a thick white
scarf. He took pictures - here’s one.”
Dominique
handed Madame X a photo of the two women on a bed, dressed and bound as she had
described.
“So far, so
good,” Madame X said, “but what has this to do with recent events?”
“Apparently,
someone has resurrected the nom de plume Horton used - Mister White. He is determined to run the underground
activities in Carrington, and is trying to do it without due regard to the
usual from of operating.”
Madame X sat
forward. “Strange - Carrington has
appeared a few times on my activities recently, usually involving a young girl
called Sara Phillips. Her mother is a
well known novelist - a Caroline Phillips.
I wonder if she knows this Caroline Merton?”
“I do not
know - what I do know is that he has decided to, as the phase goes, rub our noses
in it. He had a plant here, who told him
of our plans for the college, and he used the opportunity to try and send
us a message.”
“A
plant? Who?”
“Penelope is
- dealing with her now. At any rate, the
other thing is the identity of the second woman in that photo, the friend who
was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Her daughter is...
“Pamela
Hershey.”
“Correct - we
paid her a visit before coming here, and she told us when she was left, this
Mister White found her and she told him all she knew of the four
assailants. He then checked with the
plant, got their addresses and...”
Dominique was
interrupted by Penelope who came in.
“Forgive me, Madame - I have Mister Small and Mister Tall on line 2,
they crave a favour.”
“Oh - where
are they?”
“Carrington -
why?”
Madame X
looked at the group in the room, before saying “Put them through - and
Penelope?”
“Yes Madame?”
“Find out all
you can about a Mister White, trying currently to run affairs in
Carrington. I have a feeling we may need
to teach him a lesson.”
“SO he
thought he could teach you a lesson?”
“Indeed - a
very foolish man by all accounts. The
picture will go well with my collection.” Madame X took a sip from her coffee,
then reached for her phone and dialled a number on speaker phone. She put a finger to her lips as the call was
answered
"Am I
speaking to Sara Marie Philips?" Madame said in her authoritative
voice. A young female voice replied “Yeah
that's me."
"Wonderful. I thought I'd just check to see how you are following
last night, given that this is the second time your name has cropped up during
one of my projects."
There was a moment’s silence, before the voice hissed "You were the one
who stole the painting! Who are
you?"
"My name is not important."
"Well my mum told me not to speak to strangers so if you're going to hide
things…"
Madame X raised an eyebrow in the direction of Penelope before saying "I
am merely calling to warn you Sara. My associates managed to outwit Mr White
this time but we may not be so fortunate the next. Plus, while I have almost
unlimited resources at my disposal I have been unable to determine his
identity, which is most disconcerting. All I can say for certain is that he has
a dangerous obsession with you, so I suggest vigilance."
There was a pause again before the voice replied "Thanks for the show of
concern, but I can look after myself."
Penelope looked at Madame X, who smiled before saying "You're on my radar
Sara” and ending the call.
“A most
resourceful young woman, Miss Phillips,” she said as she sat back. “Penelope, redouble our efforts - I do not
like loose cannons like Mister White interfering with our plans.”