Subsequent Wickedness
Staghurst Noir Acte 3 Arrogance
Staghurst Noir
Acte 3 : Arrogance
Inside the backseat of the speeding Rolls, Edmund resumes the conversation that his wife had cut off back at their sitting room ( see Acte 2). His wife again stops him, sure we can’t be heard she demands. Edmund points to the glass barrier behind the front seat. Reginal cannot hear a thing, unless the speaking vent is opened. Which it is , The Mistress jabs a ringed finger, close it up you fool.
Edmund reaches over and flicks the off switch on the speaking tube, he then turns to his wife, the papers committing My Auntie to the asylum, they are finished then? Yes Edmund, The Mistress sighs, like a parent reproving a young child.
Jolly good, Edmund commended; of course the old Dowager is off her rocker, trying to leaving her fortune to Err.. My Nephew I mean, Edmund stops himself before making the mistake of mentioning the name of Errol out loud again.
Those papers have to be filed tonight, The Mistress snaps, the Dowager plans on signing her will giving that bastard nephew of yours everything tomorrow morning. I don’t understand what possesses her to make her will out to him, after everything I have done for the old broad! Really Edmund, Errol’s father, how could you have a brother like that who would invests all his money into a bogus company that goes belly up? It was probably a good thing for him that they both died in that yachting accident before realizing their son and heir was going to be left penniless. Then Errol has the audacity to marry.. to marry a a Servant, The Mistress spits out the words like a piece of turned meat! The Mistress had now worked herself up into such a tizzy that she never noticed she was calling Edmund’s Nephew by name.
The Lordship nodded in agreement, not bothering to state the fact ( well known to them both) that it had been him, Edmund , advising his brother on the investment! One that Edmund knew was as crooked as a bolt of lightning, and he had also neglected to tell his brother that he ( Edmund) was not investing single red pence of his money, all the while encouraging his gullible elder brother to invest all of his share of their Father’s inheritance! Bloody shame that the rudder of their yacht would mysteriously break off during the storm, Edmund comments, with a tone of voice that almost comes across as conspiratorial, In the front seat, Reginald’s heard seems to turn back, almost as if he is listening in. Yes Edmund, The Mistress says as a malevolent grin spreads across her severe face, such a shame!
The Mistress carries on; it’s a good thing we share the same solicitor as the Dowager, and a better thing that he sees things the way we do!.
Do we have his money dear, Edmund asks sharply?
You Know I have it, The Mistress answers, but don’t be daft man, its safe and sound under my pillow she says with an evil gleam in her eyes, , I do not trust solicitors, or anyone of that ilk any farther than I can kick them! The solicitor will not see a bit of it until after the Dowagers will is in our name, and the Dowager is safely put away from any more harm she can possibly do us. It’s the last of our savings (meaning the last of Edmunds inheritance, for the Mistress brought only an old family name to the relationship, all her family money had gone to her (estranged) brothers).
Her Ladyship continues on, building up to one of her infamous tirades. That magistrate cost us a pretty pound to sign the papers committing the old broad to the asylum, we had just enough left to pay off the solicitor! We have nothing left, if we don’t stay in the Dowagers will as her only beneficiary, we will lose the estate, and be out on the street in a fortnight, and then what? I’ll tell you what she spit out her words, that Nephew of yours, and that hideous creature he calls a wife, will have the run of the place, infesting it like the vermin they both are! The Rolls makes a violent swerve, and the couple in the back are slammed against one another. The Mistress just glares at the backside of Reginald, itching to admonish him, but she did not want him to slow down for any reason.
Now, Reginald, unbeknownst to his employers, with help from a grateful garage owner, had the sound proof glass partition that was behind the Rolls front seat, modified, and is able to hear every word said from the backseat of the Rolls, but he always played dumb about it. One never knows what benefits may come out of being able to overhear conversations going on in the backseat, especially with the like of those two. And tonight he was receiving an earful.
As Reginald drives expertly through the weaving narrow streets of the city. His lordship and ladyship are scheming in the back about what they will do once Edmunds dowager aunt has been stopped from foolishly giving away her fortune to a worthless nephew.
Among their plans are to remodel the sitting room and her ladyships bedroom suite. As he listens, Reginald notes there are no plans to fix the leaky kitchen roofs, or cracked window s that let in the cold in the servant’s quarters. The greedy self-absorbed pair were not even going to put any money in the rundown stables, where the hounds, horses and the stable boys are always dodging pieces of crumbling walls. As Reginald’s thoughts simmer in anger, a light ahead starts to change from green and he slows down, purposefully jerking the luxury car in the process, as he approached the intersection.. Her ladyship, switching on the speaker, screams from the back for him to run it, you damn idiot!
Shouldn’t ma’am Reginald coolly says, this area of the city carries a bad reputation, there are always coppers about. If a street bobby sees me running it, he will have me stopped, and that will lose your ladyship and lordship a great deal more time than a minute at a light.
As this conversation goes on, the Rolls Royce has come to a complete stop, from the shadows of an alleyway creeps out a wizen old man, clutching a small glass bottle and some rags. He approaches and starts to wash off the dust from the rolls windshield. Don’t make eye contact her ladyship shrilly cries from the back as the old man approaches with a hand out for some reward for his feeble efforts. Not a tuppence do you give em, yells the Master, and as the light turns green, they both shout for Reginald to get a move on.
Giving the big car gas, Reginald tears off in a squeal of tyres, knocking the old man to the ground, causing him to drop his glass bottle of water, shattering it. The wizened old man watches them leave, his mouth moving under his breath as he utters some ancient Romanian curse to the speeding vehicle and its occupants.
At that moment, the dark clouds that had been slowly gathering in the sky, Part a little, and through a small hole, the light of the Evening Star struggles to show through.
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Staghurst Noir Acte 3 Arrogance
Staghurst Noir
Acte 3 : Arrogance
Inside the backseat of the speeding Rolls, Edmund resumes the conversation that his wife had cut off back at their sitting room ( see Acte 2). His wife again stops him, sure we can’t be heard she demands. Edmund points to the glass barrier behind the front seat. Reginal cannot hear a thing, unless the speaking vent is opened. Which it is , The Mistress jabs a ringed finger, close it up you fool.
Edmund reaches over and flicks the off switch on the speaking tube, he then turns to his wife, the papers committing My Auntie to the asylum, they are finished then? Yes Edmund, The Mistress sighs, like a parent reproving a young child.
Jolly good, Edmund commended; of course the old Dowager is off her rocker, trying to leaving her fortune to Err.. My Nephew I mean, Edmund stops himself before making the mistake of mentioning the name of Errol out loud again.
Those papers have to be filed tonight, The Mistress snaps, the Dowager plans on signing her will giving that bastard nephew of yours everything tomorrow morning. I don’t understand what possesses her to make her will out to him, after everything I have done for the old broad! Really Edmund, Errol’s father, how could you have a brother like that who would invests all his money into a bogus company that goes belly up? It was probably a good thing for him that they both died in that yachting accident before realizing their son and heir was going to be left penniless. Then Errol has the audacity to marry.. to marry a a Servant, The Mistress spits out the words like a piece of turned meat! The Mistress had now worked herself up into such a tizzy that she never noticed she was calling Edmund’s Nephew by name.
The Lordship nodded in agreement, not bothering to state the fact ( well known to them both) that it had been him, Edmund , advising his brother on the investment! One that Edmund knew was as crooked as a bolt of lightning, and he had also neglected to tell his brother that he ( Edmund) was not investing single red pence of his money, all the while encouraging his gullible elder brother to invest all of his share of their Father’s inheritance! Bloody shame that the rudder of their yacht would mysteriously break off during the storm, Edmund comments, with a tone of voice that almost comes across as conspiratorial, In the front seat, Reginald’s heard seems to turn back, almost as if he is listening in. Yes Edmund, The Mistress says as a malevolent grin spreads across her severe face, such a shame!
The Mistress carries on; it’s a good thing we share the same solicitor as the Dowager, and a better thing that he sees things the way we do!.
Do we have his money dear, Edmund asks sharply?
You Know I have it, The Mistress answers, but don’t be daft man, its safe and sound under my pillow she says with an evil gleam in her eyes, , I do not trust solicitors, or anyone of that ilk any farther than I can kick them! The solicitor will not see a bit of it until after the Dowagers will is in our name, and the Dowager is safely put away from any more harm she can possibly do us. It’s the last of our savings (meaning the last of Edmunds inheritance, for the Mistress brought only an old family name to the relationship, all her family money had gone to her (estranged) brothers).
Her Ladyship continues on, building up to one of her infamous tirades. That magistrate cost us a pretty pound to sign the papers committing the old broad to the asylum, we had just enough left to pay off the solicitor! We have nothing left, if we don’t stay in the Dowagers will as her only beneficiary, we will lose the estate, and be out on the street in a fortnight, and then what? I’ll tell you what she spit out her words, that Nephew of yours, and that hideous creature he calls a wife, will have the run of the place, infesting it like the vermin they both are! The Rolls makes a violent swerve, and the couple in the back are slammed against one another. The Mistress just glares at the backside of Reginald, itching to admonish him, but she did not want him to slow down for any reason.
Now, Reginald, unbeknownst to his employers, with help from a grateful garage owner, had the sound proof glass partition that was behind the Rolls front seat, modified, and is able to hear every word said from the backseat of the Rolls, but he always played dumb about it. One never knows what benefits may come out of being able to overhear conversations going on in the backseat, especially with the like of those two. And tonight he was receiving an earful.
As Reginald drives expertly through the weaving narrow streets of the city. His lordship and ladyship are scheming in the back about what they will do once Edmunds dowager aunt has been stopped from foolishly giving away her fortune to a worthless nephew.
Among their plans are to remodel the sitting room and her ladyships bedroom suite. As he listens, Reginald notes there are no plans to fix the leaky kitchen roofs, or cracked window s that let in the cold in the servant’s quarters. The greedy self-absorbed pair were not even going to put any money in the rundown stables, where the hounds, horses and the stable boys are always dodging pieces of crumbling walls. As Reginald’s thoughts simmer in anger, a light ahead starts to change from green and he slows down, purposefully jerking the luxury car in the process, as he approached the intersection.. Her ladyship, switching on the speaker, screams from the back for him to run it, you damn idiot!
Shouldn’t ma’am Reginald coolly says, this area of the city carries a bad reputation, there are always coppers about. If a street bobby sees me running it, he will have me stopped, and that will lose your ladyship and lordship a great deal more time than a minute at a light.
As this conversation goes on, the Rolls Royce has come to a complete stop, from the shadows of an alleyway creeps out a wizen old man, clutching a small glass bottle and some rags. He approaches and starts to wash off the dust from the rolls windshield. Don’t make eye contact her ladyship shrilly cries from the back as the old man approaches with a hand out for some reward for his feeble efforts. Not a tuppence do you give em, yells the Master, and as the light turns green, they both shout for Reginald to get a move on.
Giving the big car gas, Reginald tears off in a squeal of tyres, knocking the old man to the ground, causing him to drop his glass bottle of water, shattering it. The wizened old man watches them leave, his mouth moving under his breath as he utters some ancient Romanian curse to the speeding vehicle and its occupants.
At that moment, the dark clouds that had been slowly gathering in the sky, Part a little, and through a small hole, the light of the Evening Star struggles to show through.
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