Copper come on down this street

Copper going to be dead meat

White boy party in this street

White boy mother bound to weep


MP riding on my train

MP aint got any brain

MP riding on my train

MP leave a bloody stain


MP visit in my hood

MP know I aint no good

MP visit in my hood

MP lie in pool of blood


Steve Dixie and Ras Yeggman 1976 “Ja Make Her?” album.

© Groaner (Belize) Ltd and the executors of Baron Adelbert Gruner



CHAPTER 13 THE HAVEN GROUP


Everyone had left the kitchen except Irene Adler.

“So Thorney.” She stepped closer.

“Oh, yes. Yes. Um, you know I’m married now.”

“Of course. All the best men are.” She put a hand on his arm, like a mother reassuring her teenage son.
“Oh, if I’d known you were here….”

“You wouldn’t have come, which is why I didn’t let you know.” Her hand was on his chest now “But we need people like you. Charles Miles needs you. We want honest original thinkers, who will put the welfare of the nation before their own gain. We want to form a sort of think tank, and you are getting better looking, more distinguished.”

“Oh now look, uh….” Flattery was part of how she did it.

“Doctor Huxtable, you were asked because you have a reputation for off the wall thinking. Original thinking. That scheme of yours to follow rocks from 19th century mines under the sea.”

“I was not the first to think of that.”

“But you were the first to get things organised. Start mapping things out, persuading oil companies to give up their secrets, collecting data. That was brilliant, it showed you can organise. You got universities and oil drillers together with the Navy, and they are getting results. Involving HMS Enterprise even got old Trekies interested. So we hope you could come up with something to improve the state of the nation.”

“You mean I should find an undersea gold mine?” He smiled.

“At least.” Both hands and forearms were on his chest now, and she was smiling up at him, just a few inches away from a kiss. “And you’re big with the Royal Geological Society. You’re young enough to have ideas, and old enough for people to take you seriously.” Now she was talking as if she was the professor and he was a promising young student. “Ah, someone at the door.”

Her hips swaying hypnotically to the front door, past people sitting on the stairs. Thorney was getting an erection, damn it. If his wife found out he was seeing an old flame! Not that he was seeing her. No chance of much hanky-panky in a three up/three down house as crowded as this was tonight. But if he had the opportunity? Would he try? Would she let him? Never. He was married now. Respectable.

Irene opened the door “Yes?”

“Er.” She was beautiful. “Er. Excuse me. I’m Grimsby Roylot and I was invited here to, ah, well, um, a meeting.”

“Of course. Come in, come in. We spoke on the phone, I’m Irene Adler, and welcome to The


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