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    {ASSM} An Unfortunate Event at Deddington Manor ~
     A Holmes & Hove mystery story) [Yotna El'toub]
       (FF,FFM,MF,inc,NC,magic.) Part four of twelve.

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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language
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Chapter four:


"Ah good, I wanted a word with you!

Bertie did not immediately recognise the voice and so swung
around to face the speaker. It was the one person he wanted to
see even less than the dreaded Daphne. Bertie's already depressed
expression fell further; right into his muddy boots.

"Mr Holmes I am a little busy at present. Maybe we could
introduce ourselves later?"

"That of course is entirely up to you Lord Bertie. However it
concerns Lady Daphne and the nefarious Professor. I suppose I can
always talk to Lady Elizabeth in the meantime." Said Holmes
whimsically.

The young Lord's face turned distinctly grey. "No, no I would not
wish to trouble Mamma with such mere trifles. I would however
like to take care of my toilette first. Shall we say the Green
study in a quarter of an hour?"

"Capital. By all means do freshen up. It has obviously been a
productive night?"

Lord Bertie ignored the question, and almost controlled his
emotions. It was not quite enough control for Ned to miss his
sullen discomfort.

Holmes made his way toward the front right wing of the mansion.
Fortuitously he passed Johns, who directed him to the study. Ned
was pleasantly surprised by the room; whilst it was clearly the
domain of a younger man it was lined with serious scientific
tomes. He reached up and retrieved a copy of Lyell's 'Principles
of Geology' and sat comfortably flicking through the pages.

Presently the door opened and Bertie entered the room.

"Well this is a surprise, I had not thought of you as a man of
science Mr Holmes."

"I would not be presumptuous enough to think myself one Lord
Bertie. I am just an interested amateur.

"As I shall likely remain," said Bertie, with a hint of regret,
"still.. Now how may I assist you Mr Holmes?"

Ned outlined what he knew so far, he only missed alluding to one
fact pertinent to the case; that of his feelings for Bertie's
sibling. "So you see where it leaves me, and why I wonder if you
could help?"

"I am at sea as to how I can help. It is true I was aware of
Alphonso's work whilst I was at Oxford, it would have been hard
not to have been. He became quite eminent. As too Lady Daphne;
yes of course I know her but only from pleasant social
intercourse. I know nothing of the things you surmise."

Ned considered this for a while. "Do you mind if I smoke? I find
it gives me clarity."

"Of course not, but my time this morning is limited." Bertie
sighed.

Ned puffed clouds of whitish smoke into the air. "Now where was
I? Oh yes. I got the impression from Lady Elizabeth that
Professor Burgabiter was in some way involved in your sending
down. Is that not the case?"

"Indirectly yes. After his disappearance I went a little wild.
The bounder stole a lot of money from me Holmes. To my shame I
was not man enough to take it on the chin. Too much liquid
refreshment, too low a grade. I am not the first, and I shall not
be the last."

"So you have no involvement with him now?" Queried Ned.

"Why would I? He has shown his hand, the man is a rogue."
Snarled Bertie.

"I suppose you are right. But it would be better to tell the
truth now. Even if the thought of the Illuminati concerns you.
Much better now, than when the police are involved."

"I have no involvement, as I have already stated Mr Holmes. I
would also thank you not to threaten me with the police. I am a
member of one of this countries greatest families!"

"That does not necessarily rule you out from my investigations
Lord Bertie.Investigations which continue both here and in
London. But I feel I have taken up enough of your time. If you
will excuse me."

"I shall excuse you, but be aware that if you attempt to sully
the name of Lord Bertram Grey you will pay. Both in the courts
of this land and in person."

"Do not worry Lord Grey, if I accuse you - I will have all the
evidence I need. Good day."

"Good day Holmes, I trust you will not outstay your welcome
here."

"As Lady Elizabeth is most generous by nature, I find that
unlikely. One question before I leave?"

"If it is quick man."

"What do you make of Darwin's theories?"

"His observations are accurate, his interpretation flawed. To
think that I, or even you, Holmes are created by the same
forces as the scum of the land. It is preposterous. Why do you
ask?"

"Just idle curiosity which is now satisfied. Good day Lord
Bertram."

Bertie sat at his desk long after the door had closed. For him
this day went from bad to worse. His head fell into his scrubbed
hands, by the time it raised his expression had changed. Grinning
widely Bertie spoke to the four walls that surrounded him. "You
may be an investigator, but you are no bridge player. You have
shown your hand too soon sir and I shall trump it!"

He leant back and gave a single savage tug on the bell rope.
When Johns appeared the noble barked a question at him. "Has
anyone left the mansion this day?"

"Why yes your lordship Mr Holmes's friend Mr Hove."

"Aha! And where was he headed?"

"James took him to the station early this morning..."

An excited Bertie cut the butler off rudely.

"To get the London train. Veni,vici,vidi! I have them."

"I'm sorry sir I don't follow?"

"No matter. Find Lady Daphne and send her to me... And Johns?"

"Yes sir."

"Double step man. No time to lose."


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Lady Elizabeth was at that moment being a most accommodating
hostess. Lady Catherine's left hand was being most generously
accommodated deep within the gasping noble's quim. Simultaneously
her eldest and youngest daughters enjoyed the shivers of delight
that tonguing the other afforded. Such was the intensity of the
desires and spendings that filled the room, none were aware of
the couple that entered.

Lady Daphne snorted her derision. "So you see Lord Grey, they
still writhe and pulse with the desire my magic imparts. Lost
souls just as you are, and soon the Nation."

Richard shuddered, partly from incestuous desire but mostly from
suppressed rage. He managed to vent his spleen. "You may have us,
but never, never this noble land. Britannia rules supreme."

"Very good. I expect that would get much applause in the house,
but not here. Here I am in control. I could ruin you, destroy
your family name. I could make you outcasts; social lepers."

"How? It is not so easy. Us Grey's have generations of power
behind us. We do not surrender without a fight."

"Oh! But you will. Otherwise the little attractive tableau we see
before us will be played out at Lady Jane's ball. For all and
sundry to see. You think you could survive that?"

Weary and defeated Sir Grey shook his head negatively. Daphne
then grasped his protuberance and led him by his manhood across
the room. She halted him in front of his daughters, she watched
smiling as he drank in the detail of their most unnatural act. A
small tug on his rampant pego was enough to encourage him into
their debauchery. Daphne left the spasming man to partake in his
unspeakable acts. She walked back to the door, shut and locked
it.

As she made her way back to her bedroom she was intercepted by
Johns. Dutifully he passed on his master's message. She
gratefully accepted his invitation to escort her to the Green
study. She smiled to herself as the faithful servant walked
steadily away from his entranced employers. Faithful or not soon
he would be answering solely to her.

Holmes returned to his room, upon opening the door he noticed the
note on the floor. He stooped and picked it up, it was secured
with the Grey's seal. His fingers tore the wax away and unfolded
the note.

'My Dear Mr Holmes, I hope you will accept our apologies today,
as we will be unable to attend you. We are engaged with the
preparations for the forthcoming ball. I have asked the kitchens
to provide you with a light lunch and dinner this evening. Thank
you for your understanding.'

Ned looked at the flowing script. It did look like Lady
Elizabeth's writing. Ever the sceptic he compared it carefully to
the invitation. There could be no doubt, this was her hand. He
sighed deeply, there was little to be done today. He yawned,
suddenly he felt exhausted.

With difficulty he moved to the bed and flopped onto its
forgiving surface. His sleep deprived body still fought to stay
awake, but the added effect of his exposure to Lady Jane's person
and the drug it excreted proved too strong. Just before he
succumbed he mumbled a drowsy apology.

"Sorry Hove, I hope you can forgive me..."


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Brighton arrived back outside their residence just as the sun
dipped below the City's skyline. He coughed and mounted the short
flight of steps. Once inside he set about deciphering Ned's
untidy notes into something he could at least hope to understand.
Just as he finished he noticed a shadow flicker across the
curtains, its passage appeared to sputter in sympathy with the
gas lamps. Seconds later an urgent rap sounded at the front door.

Hove's mouth fell open in recognition when he opened the door. It
was Scarlet, she seemed most distressed. "It's Madame, Madame
Joan there has been a terrible..." Scarlet never finished her
sentence. She fell in a swoon into Hove's arms.

"My good lord!" Uttered Brighton as he took the distressed young
woman through into his study. He carefully seated her on the
couch before going to fetch some water. Tenderly he nursed her
head as he slipped a little water from the glass over her dry
lips. She revived a little.

"Thank you Mr Hove, but do you have something a little more
medicinal?"

"Indeed I do. I will get you a brandy. In fact I will join you -
I could do with a 'snifter' myself."

Hove returned with two generous balloons of amber spirit. He
passed one to Scarlet and then seated himself on a  nearby
chair.

He watched as Scarlet took a long swig of brandy, then he spoke.
"What terrible event has befallen Madame Joan?"

"It was awful Mr Hove 'orrible it was," Scarlet moved
uncomfortably, "is it hot in here is or is it me?"

So saying she undid a couple of buttons at the top of her dress.
Hove turned puce with embarrassment.

"Excuse me a moment. I will let you compose yourself." He
scurried out of the room.

Scarlet wasted no time. She slipped her hand down her cleavage
and retrieved a small ampoule. Her shaking fingers snapped the
neck of the container and slipped it into Brighton's glass. She
swirled the glass mixing the concoction thoroughly.

Minutes later Hove returned and took a mighty slug of his drink.
"Now Scarlet, you were saying?"

"Me, nothing. It is nice of you to invite me in though." Scarlet
smiled and unstrung some of her bodice allowing her breasts to
swing freely.

"Now I wish you would not do that Scarlet." Hove stated, rather
slowly.

"Why ever not. I got the impression you liked me Mr Hove."

"That may be true, but that does not mean - it would not be
prosper... Proper, no."

"Proper? Why ever not there are just the two of us is there not?"
Scarlet delicately slipped her hand under her left breast and
lifted it clear of the confinement of her dress. Her right
forefinger twirled around the raised nipple.

"Oh my. No this is wrong..." Brighton stood and then slumped to
his knees. "Please leave..."

"I will soon, Mr Hove but I came for something and now I fancy
something else as well," she paused, "Maria and Georgina told me
of your appendage... That has whetted my appetite for a closer
inspection."

Scarlet slid from the couch, and knelt beside Brighton. She
insinuated her hand between them and slid it rudely under the hem
of his britches. "Good lord above! I was sure they were
exaggerating... How splendid."

"Hand un me... Unhand me Scarlet, this is
uninpropi...inunproper. Wrong." Hove garbled.

"Just lay back... And be quiet." Scarlet pushed Brighton back
against the chair. With commensurate ease she freed his handsome
pego from the constraining britches. She bent forward, stretching
her lips wide to accommodate the bulging glans.

"Huh-un. Too wude." Hove giggled.

Expertly Scarlet fellated Brighton's upstanding pole. Her teeth
teasing him with sweeping nips. Forcing her head down she managed
to swallow almost half his length. Hove thrust with his hips.
Scarlet withdrew her mouth instantly.

"No you don't that would be a waste."

She stood and then slid her body down his impaling herself with
Brighton's mighty erection. She had less trouble fitting him into
her expansive interior, but it was still a struggle. Once he was
fully embedded she began her lustful dance. She rode him to
oblivion. Their joint cries when they came echoed around the
room.

Eventually the whore recovered enough to leave her gentleman.
Gracefully she bent to clean his manhood with her tongue. Hove
was too far gone to even realise, let alone object. Scarlet
composed herself, crossed to the desk and scooped up Hove's
notes. Then she blew the insensible man a kiss before leaving
with her haul.

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To be continued...

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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub September 2006
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