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of previous discussion, and had followed it to the village. The bench on which he was temporarily residing lay on the edge of the village. The man saw that the road he had recently treaded now merged into a cobbled street which continued around the bend and out of sight.

At this point in the story it would be appropriate to introduce another character who plays a main part in the proceedings. The individual of mention was of newer blood then our protagonist. His arrival on the country scene was fairly recent. However, it would only take one glance to realise that this man was a species of human which would be happy to double cross, cheat and deceive anyone who came within a 5 meter radius of him. He was tall and, had he stood perfectly still, may have been mistaken for a slightly thicker variety of javelin. He had short slick hair and his eyes were overshadowed as they sank further into his head. Despite this, a glint of cunning could be perceived. He was attired in a sharp suit with a gold watch, which had been slipped of the wrist of the local doctor whilst they were shaking hands, and his style of movement closely resembled that of a sly fox. Hence, we will refer to him as the 'fox'. Our main character, after feeling the sap rise in his blood, had removed himself from the bench and was proceeding into the old boy's club when he bumped into the fox. He was in a joyous mood and so he offered the fox to come into the bar for a quick snifter,

"I say old chap, you wouldn't care to toddle forth for a quick one?" he offered.

"That's awfully kind of you, I think I will", replied the fox in an oily voice.

Our main man strode into the bar with the fox fresh on his trail. As they proceeded to the table, some of the older members gave a friendly hullo' and waved. When they sat down a friendly sort of communication was struck, due to the initiative of our hero,

"I haven't actually met you before old man, have you been round here long?" he asked.

"I've been in circulation for a little while, but I am not quite familiar with the town at present", answered the fox in a greasy tone, meanwhile his brain was in top gear.

"So what is your profession?" our protagonist asked,

"Oh, I'm an antique dealer of sorts", the fox lied; his brain had now formulated the plan.

"Must be jolly interesting", he replied.

"Oh yes, it is an endlessly fascinating line of work. Speaking of which, I wonder if you'd like to consider this specimen I acquired in London", said the fox as he unclasped the doctor's

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