Confessions

“Calm down Doyle, take your time, there is no need to rush.” Christian said patiently to the breathless man who had come to his town house in a flurry of jumbled words. “Mr. Doyle, how did you become involved with this group?” Out of the corner of his eye he could see Beatrice trying to hold her impatience. “I was approached by a man called Morris. Mathew Morris. He told me that there was a new group that was being formed for young gentlemen. He gave an elaborate speech about how the group’s goal was to bring forth new and modern ideas to help England rise to its full potentials.” “What happened next?” “I became wary when I was told that to protect the identity of all members we were not going to know who exactly is a member and then I got the distinct feeling that I was being excluded from something that others new about. At first it did not seem to matter because I had put the reason down to the point that I was the last recruit.” “What name does the group go by?” “//Futuriste.//” “The French word meaning futurists.” Beatrice whispered. “Going by what you have just said Doyle and what I suspect, the group’s philosophy has to do with future thinkers, the future of England specifically, am I correct?” “Yes, thinking about it now, it seems as if the signs were all there pointing to a conspiracy against the King.” “What makes you believe that?” “Well first of all, there was a poem that I learned when I was initiated. It is about England and how we will fight and turn it into the superior land it used to be and build it into a Jerusalem.” “Do you know it?” “Yes, at the beginning of every meeting it is required that we all recite it. //And did those feet in ancient time, // //Walk upon England’s mountains green // //<span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">And was the holy Lamb of God // //<span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">On England’s pleasant pastures seen //
 * <span style="font-family: 'Californian FB','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Julian Doyle tells Christian and Beatrice about his involvement. **

//<span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">And did the countenance divine // //<span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Shine forth upon our clouded hills // //<span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">And was Jerusalem builded here // //<span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Among those dark satanic mills //

//<span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Bring me my bow of burning gold // //<span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Bring me my arrows of desire // //<span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Bring me my spears o’clouds unfold // //<span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Bring me my chariot of fire //

//<span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">I will not cease from mental fight // //<span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand // //<span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">‘Til we have built Jerusalem // //<span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">In England’s green and pleasant land // //<span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">‘Til we have built Jerusalem // //<span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">In England’s green and pleasant land. //<span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">”

<span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“What was it that made you decide to come here?” <span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Beatrice told me that you were helping her find Nancy’s killer. Then this afternoon, after the regular meeting, I had an impulse to follow the man who is the leader of my division. You see he is required to report to the //inner circle// which consists of the founding members –.” <span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“What did you find out?” <span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“They are planning to gain entry into the ball the King is holding and kidnap the Princess.” <span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Me? What have I –?” <span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Wait let me finish. The man that I followed, his name is Andrew Denton and on his way he was joined by Morris. I followed them to a house, which was not far from Little Eden. I was able to count approximately half a dozen men including a woman. Unfortunately I was only able to listen to what was being said and I could not see all the people present. They plan to take you – but only to talk to you.” <span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“We need to know who is involved. Now that we know of two and if we include you Doyle three members, we have a link to the group that can be used to our advantage.” <span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“You know Christian; this means that Nancy’s killer could be one of them. It is possible that her death is linked to the group.” <span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Yes, it is a possibility is it not. Doyle have you been asked any questions about the princess and the king.” <span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Yes but they were more my connections with the princess. Oh God. That is why I was recruited, because of my connection to you princess.” <span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Do you think they will plan to use you to aid with my kidnapping?” <span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Maybe, I do not know?” <span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“That’s it, now I know where I have heard the name Morris! Canning introduced him to me.” <span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Your grace is acquainted with Lord Cunning?” <span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Yes, we both are,” Beatrice replied “he has being helping us with our enquiries about Nancy’s death. Are you going to ask him about Morris?” <span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Yes, I believe I am going to pay him a little visit and see what he has gathered so far. In the mean time Doyle I want you to discretely try to discover more about //Futuriste//. I have a strong feeling that you are correct princess when you said that it is somehow linked with the death of Nancy.” <span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“If I may ask princess, why did you not enlist the help of Scotland Yard?” <span style="font-family: 'Bell MT','serif'; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“At first I was not sure about any of this, I only had a hunch and if I had gone to Scotland Yard, Uncle Richard would have been informed and you know how protective he can be Julian. But the main reason was that I believed that Christian would be of better help. He is a noted scholar in the arcane lore of the ancients after all, and if anyone could solve a murder, who better than someone who had dedicated his life to researching the secrets of those who have come before us.”

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