The Man With The Bronze Sword

Report of X12 Sir Henry Hamilton KBE, 7th Marquess Bamburgh.

This case began, for me, on Friday the 14th of June. I was at home admiring a new acquisition for my gallery when I received notification by telephone that my presence was required rather urgently at Star Chamber. While I believe that time is absolutely essential for the real appreciation of fine art, I left the gallery immediately on receiving the summons.

I arrived in London not more than an hour later. I greeted Miss Honeypot outside X's office. She informed me that X was not in the office, he was waiting for me in the Star Chamber itself. I was quite surprised to meet X21 Sir Rudolph Singh KCMG as we crossed paths at the threshold of Miss Honeypot's office. When Miss Honeypot notified Sir Rudolph that he was also expected in Star Chamber, it appeared that once more we were to be comrades-in-arms against our nation's foes.

Sir Rudolph and I proceeded together down to Star Chamber. We found X and X04 Harold Hardwick awaiting us in that revered space. The several seats about the gleaming table were now empty of the illustrious company that so carefully watch over Britain's safety and security beneath the storied starry ceiling. X directed Sir Rudolph and me to sit at that hallowed table.

X asked Mr. Hardwick to relay to us the details of the case. It all began, he said, with a dream that his niece, Ophelia Hardwick, had had Friday last. In this dream, she saw two sorcerers in a magical monomachy: her uncle, Harold Hardwick himself, and another known as Blofeld (I felt a distinct chill at the name). As the two sorcerers began to chant in initial casting combat, an intruder attacked Mr. Hardwick. The intruder was an assassin wielding a bronze sword. The horrific vision ended at this point.

Mr. Hardwick told us that the assassin was surely an individual known as Scaramouche, The Man With The Bronze Sword. This Scaramouche had been operating throughout Europe for over thirty years. His price was astoundingly high; at last report he commanded a fee of one million pounds for his services. His reputation was such that this enormous fee did not hinder his clientele engaging him: Scaramouche never failed to bring down his quarry, and he had stalked some of the greatest sorcerers of his day. In the late war against the Nazis, Britain herself had made use of the man's talents.

X took up the tale at this point, revealing that very little was known about this phantom executioner. His anonymity was complete, the cloak of his pseudonym covering his true identity completely. Within the complex and comprehensive skein of information that Star Chamber gathered and wound from its myriad of sources, only one poorly focused, grainy, black-and-white photograph had been attached to the name of Scaramouche. Even then, the identification of the figure as the Man With The Bronze Sword was merely tentative, a possibility.

Mr. Hardwick declared that he believed Scaramouche would attack him very soon, in fact the very next evening at a party being given at Mr. Hardwick's estate. Sir Rudolph asked why Mr. Hardwick believed that Scaramouche was stalking him on such poor evidence. Mr. Hardwick responded that his niece Ophelia had shown a great sensitivity, and that to ignore this warning would be dangerous as well as foolish.

X informed us that the modus operandi of Scaramouche was to attack his target in a crowded scene, slipping away in the crowd once the deed was done. Bronze being antithetical to magic, we were most likely looking for a mundane person of extraordinary skill not only with weapons, but also disguise. The party at Mr. Hardwick's estate would provide just the scene that Scaramouche favored for his work.

Sir Rudolph asked to peruse the guest list for the soirée. Mr. Hardwick produced a list of the guests from his jacket pocket. Amongst the guests were listed the Soviet attaché, Comrade Borodenov; several industrialists; and X08 Lady Gloria Mandrake of Star Chamber. There were many names that neither Sir Rudolph nor I recognised on the list, far too many for us to investigate those which might be a cover for the fox Scaramouche.

X advised us to arrive at the Hardwick estate early to have a look round the grounds. Several teams of Star Chamber enforcers would be on scene to prevent Scaramouche from infiltrating across the estate grounds, while Mr. Hardwick had cast severe wards around and through the stands of trees behind the manor to keep all trespassers out of the woods. Once the party began, Sir Rudolph and I were to protect the life of Harold Hardwick to the best of our ability. We accepted this mission and went off to supply ourselves for the case.

I stopped off at C Branch to stock up on the materials I would need for the repertoire of spells I had to hand and which might prove useful. I particularly liked the cigarette case C came up with - it had a hidden compartment which dispensed bat fur. Most ingenious. Afterwards, I stopped by Q branch for the mundane materials which could prove useful. Sir Rudolph suggested we acquire radio watches once again; Q readily agreed as we could then communicate with the trollkin enforcers as well. I picked up a Walther PPK and some lock picks, Sir Rudolph also took along some picks.

I asked Q if he had anything that might help us against a bronze weapon. He suggested a metal detector might help in finding such a thing on one of the guests. It was still in the testing stages, and its sensitivity was quite variable, but as it might give us an edge I accepted it. Some quick experimentation with Q looking on gave me a good feel for its operation and I was satisfied that it could help us.

Sir Rudolph and I drove out to Mr. Hardwick's estate after noon the next day. The sky was blue and nearly cloudless, and the sun shone strongly; all in all a perfect spring day. Sir Rudolph guided our Q-Branch-issued Jaguar up the gravel drive of Mr. Hardwick's estate just at three in the afternoon. We saw a young man and a young lady enjoying the day on horseback out on the grounds. The butler guided us to our host.

Mr. Hardwick greeted us cordially and invited us to join him in a spot of tea. Over tea, Sir Rudolph and I asked him several questions about the house and grounds. There were no bronze weapons in the house. His own sanctum magia was a large chamber atop the original keep. He stated that his wards were in place and he was confident they would bar any but him from entering. As he was assuring us that Scaramouche would not gain access there, his niece entered the room.

Miss Ophelia Hardwick was a trim young lady of roughly twenty-three years. She was attired for riding and must have been the young lady we saw out on the grounds. She inquired of whom we were speaking, but Mr. Hardwick seemed rather startled at the unexpected intrusion and declined to respond directly. When Miss Hardwick inquired who Sir Rudolph and I might be, we diffidently allowed that we knew her uncle through his position in government. She departed up the main stair.

Sir Rudolph suggested that if the dream were really true, Mr. Hardwick should under no circumstances accept a challenge to a duel. He declared that he had no intention of becoming embroiled in such an undertaking. Sir Rudolph then asked if that would be true if Miss Hardwick were in danger. Mr. Hardwick allowed that under those circumstances, he might not be able to refuse the confrontation.

Sir Rudolph and I took a turn about the house to familiarise ourselves with the layout and with the various exterior doors. As Mr. Hardwick had averred, we found no bronze weapons of any sort amongst the various blades hung throughout the manor. The trollkin troops were on site and aware that there was to be no admittance through any of the secondary exterior doors.

We decided to take a turn about the grounds on horse so as to inspect the guards along the rear of the estate. We found a pleasant young man in attendance on the horses at the stable. His name was James McNamara, a Scotsman, who had been in the employ of Mr. Hardwick for one week. I cast a small spell in the stable to check for the presence of magical signatures, or for the absolute absence of such which would indicate the presence of bronze. I found nothing of note. Sir Rudolph accepted James' offer to accompany us about the grounds. Sir Rudolph had not reacted to the news that James was newly employed on the estate, but I knew he wanted to sound out the young man. We soon found him to be harmless in the extreme, if perhaps overly chatty.

James advised against our taking the horses into the woods as Mr. Hardwick did not like it and the beasts became extraordinarily skittish under the cover of the trees in any case. Naturally the animals would react to Mr. Hardwick's wards and we assured James that we did not desire to cross Mr. Hardwick's wishes.

A wide stream set the rear boundary of the estate, a fairly deep stream with a middling current. Any decent assassin should have been able to swim across with a bundle of clothing atop his head. I was unworried at this possibility owing to the presence of several trollkin under cover on the near bank, each carrying a rifle and bearing the demeanor of a shooter.

Crossing back to the main house, we came across the ruins of a small chapel. The state of the building was decrepit, but not overgrown; the sheep on the estate most likely keeping the grass to an acceptable level. Sir Rudolph and I examined the location with great interest. Sir Rudolph cast a version of the spell to scan for magical traces and thereby found an area of radiated mana, much along the lines of the Faery circle we had encountered in the Doktor Nicht affair. I found several interesting plants that could be useful in the casting of various spells, though none of a baneful nature. Behind the ruined structure stood an oak tree, and beyond that a cemetery. The latter seemed kempt enough, but there were no signs of recent or odd activity there.

Sir Rudolph and I bid farewell to James at the stables, then went in to rest before the party commenced. This allowed us to refresh ourselves and regroup before any possible action was required. After a light nap, I dressed for the occasion and met Mr. Hardwick and Sir Rudolph near the main door. I had brought the metal detector along, for I wished to have one of the trollkin use it to scan the guests as they arrived.

One of the first guests to appear was Lady Gloria Mandrake, Lady Speaker of Star Chamber. Though I know her to have been well over ninety years old, she seemed not a day over sixty. She made her way inside to the punch bowl. She was a fixture there for much of the evening. I was surprised, but not taken aback, when X himself arrived. He greeted Sir Rudolph and I, wished us luck, then joined Lady Mandrake at the punch bowl.

There were many nondescript guests who arrived. The trollkin did not indicate that any carried a sizable amount of metal, and they seemed quite a herd of sheep to my eye. The Soviet attaché, Comrade Borodenov, finally arrived. It is not the expression of a jaundiced opinion but the bald truth to note that his features gave away his familial relationship with the gnomekin. On his arm was an apparent elfkin with a magnificent cleavage and little to hide it. She never left his side, and many eyes were upon them, so I may state with confidence that the attaché had nothing to do with the evening's events.

Sir Rudolph had resolved to haunt Miss Hardwick's elbow as I trailed Mr. Hardwick throughout the evening. I calculated that I would be able to cast once an hour the minor spell allowing me to perceive the presence of other magic. The effect allows me to notice the presence of any magical traces for nearly twenty minutes, thus I was able to scan the crowd to my satisfaction between eight o'clock and the end of the dweomer.

Mr. Hardwick, of course, was ablaze in my vision with the presence and residues of recent magic. Miss Hardwick his niece, carried the signature of magic cast upon her, though she did not stand out as a spell-caster herself. That Sir Rudolph carried magical signatures I needn't mention except for completeness of the report. The attaché and his consort were quite obviously gnomekin and elfkin. There remained only one person in attendance showing any magic at all: one of the industrialists carried a small charm in his pocket.

Miss Hardwick left the party between eight-thirty and nine o'clock. Few noticed her departure, even fewer noticed Sir Rudolph when he departed a bit later. Mr. Hardwick became engaged in a conversation in the salon containing the punch bowl. I noticed (how could I not?) that the industrialist carrying the charm was now loudly holding forth on some subject at the punch bowl. He had no audience, but he pursued the matter with great diligence. I decided to remove the charm from his pocket. No sooner conceived than accomplished and I left the room with the charm in my pocket.

I found that the library was empty of guests and quiet. I latched the door, then proceeded to determine the nature of the object. It seemed to be a small glass eye. Though I did not have the correct materials with me, I extended myself and cast a divination spell over the eye to reveal its nature. It was an aperture akin to a remote wizard's eye, which would allow some distant observer to view the area surrounding the charm. I felt certain that I had, therefore, exposed both myself and the library to the view of some unknown distant sorcerer.

I was uncertain as to what I should do with the object. I racked my brain for some spell, one I knew or any I'd heard rumored, which would allow a sorcerer to communicate with a particular person over an unknown distance and outside of line of sight. Nothing of the sort came to mind. I felt that even if the distant sorcerer knew that I had had my hands on the object, I could still see what the industrialist would do with it if I were to put it back in his pocket as I was fairly certain the two would not be able to communicate.

Put most simply, I was a victim of circumstance and there was no good opportunity for me to replace the object in the man's pocket. I made one attempt, but my desire to be circumspect outweighed my desire to accomplish the task and I failed to return the eye from whence it came. I was not to receive another opportunity.

Mr. Hardwick, having taken notice that his niece was no longer at the party, elected to visit her room and determine the cause for her absence. I followed him discretely, but the parade up the otherwise unused staircase must have given me away to any patient observer below. It couldn't be helped, I had to keep myself near Mr. Hardwick.

Mr. Hardwick inquired at Miss Hardwick's door as to why she had retired to her chamber so early in the evening. I heard him inquire if he should summon a doctor. From his reaction I conjectured that she had refused that offer, but I could not hear even the murmur of her voice from my position in the hall.

When Mr. Hardwick turned from the door, I accosted him with the facts concerning the eye. He asked me what I intended to do with it. I replied that I meant to return it to the industrialist. He told me to proceed as I saw fit. We returned to the party below.

Once more amongst the crowd, I proceeded toward the library. I scanned the faces of the guests, wondering if I would spot a stranger who may have teleported into the library. It was my fear at the time. I did not discern any new arrivals, but I did notice that the number of guests in attendance was reduced by one. I called the sergeant of the trollkin forces and requested a member to stand guard in the library.

Waiting for the guard, I ran through the guests in my head to determine which had gone missing. I believe the guest was male; about five feet, ten inches tall; weight perhaps 155 to 165 pounds; graying hair. This man may have been Scaramouche.

I changed my mind about the object. I decided that the more necessary thing to determine at the time was who was watching through the device. I did not have the materials upon my person or in my luggage which are so necessary to cast a spell of clairvoyance without unnecessarily straining the casting magician. I knew that divinatory magic was Mr. Hardwick's specialty. I therefore approached him and inquired whether he had any powdered pineal gland available, preferably human.

Mr. Hardwick responded agreeably. He had a large supply in his sanctum magia and would give to me as much as I might require. We climbed the spiral stair of the former keep and entered the sanctum. Mr. Hardwick tapped along the many containers upon his shelves until he found the jar we needed. He had hoisted it from the shelf with a satisfied exclamation when an arrow came through a window into the chamber and ended its flight in Mr. Hardwick's shoulder.

I reacted instinctively, immediately, and perhaps foolishly, by calling up a shield of force that bars passage to all sorts of thrown, slung, and (most importantly) fired missiles. Since the arrow that had just impaled Mr. Hardwick had to have pierced his wards, it should have occurred to me that my shield would not be any more effective. This was made apparent to me by the arrow which pierced my sleeve and inflicted some minor damage to my arm.

I threw myself toward the wall adjacent to the window through which the deadly shafts were appearing. I cast a small light spell, only moderately illuminating but effective for backlighting a target, some sixty feet from the tower. I had a glimpse of the assassin, wearing a head-to-foot black costume, hanging by a belt clip from a rope apparently anchored on the roof. At the appearance of the light, the figure dropped the bow it carried and let loose its belt clip, plummeting into the darkness below.

I leaned forward through the window, fixed the appearance of the lawn below in my mind, and attempted to teleport myself to that carpet of sod. In the best of times and under the best of conditions, there are great risks taken when transporting oneself through unknown dimensions to another physical location. In the poor light available to me, I misjudged the distance to the ground. Fortunately, I was short in my calculations and I appeared forty feet over the sward. Had I miscalculated in the other direction, I should have been the unhappy participant in a very impromptu combination of suicide and funeral.

I had taken the precaution of having C Branch supply me with an assortment of materials for the various spells I thought might come in handy. I had the very good fortune to have included a feather in these supplies, and to have been carrying it that night. I very quickly uttered the minor incantation which allowed me to fall at the rate a feather will, rather than at the stone-ish rate at which I would normally descend.

While drifting downward from the height at which I had appeared, I was able to draw my Walther PPK from its holster. I spotted the assassin below me, retreating in a disorderly fashion. I fired several rounds, but I was unable to strike the target. By the time I made contact with the ground, several of the trollkin enforcers were on the lawn. I informed them that an assassin wearing some sort of a ninja suit was loose on the grounds.

I let go the light spell, it now performing no useful function. I used my wrist-radio to contact Sir Rudolph. I knew he would be watching by Miss Hardwick's door. I conveyed that Mr. Hardwick was in the sanctum magia and needed Sir Rudolph's aid. I then betook myself up the stairs as quickly as I could.

I found Mr. Hardwick still alive, but in some pain from the wound he'd received. Sir Rudolph came over the rooftop as it allowed him to run with the least disturbance to the gathered guests. Sir Rudolph used the wrist-radio to relay a request to Mr. Hardwick to drop the window wards. Mr. Hardwick did so and Sir Rudolph was soon attending to the injury in Mr. Hardwick's shoulder. Sir Rudolph extended to me the great courtesy of expending a healing spell upon the gash I had received in my arm. The two arrows which had been fired through the window (and which Sir Rudolph noted were of very recent manufacture) were both tipped with bronze heads.

Sir Rudolph was concerned with the safety of Miss Hardwick as he knew her windows to be open and unwarded. He urged Mr. Hardwick to proceed without delay to Miss Hardwick's room to ward the windows. Sir Rudolph and I accompanied Mr. Hardwick to Miss Hardwick's room. Mr. Hardwick knocked on the door and a feminine voice responded curtly. He asked if she were safe and the response was affirmative. Mr. Hardwick then cast the wards without ever opening Miss Hardwick's door. Once the wards were in place, we felt a bit of confidence in being able to catch the assassin. We asked that Mr. Hardwick inform X about the incident with the arrows and, further, that we would act to apprehend the assassin.

Both Sir Rudolph and I suspected that the attempt on Harold Hardwick's life had been carried out by his niece, Ophelia Hardwick. In light of this, I asked Sir Rudolph to find out who was currently occupying Miss Hardwick's bed. With no one about, I cast an invisibility spell over Sir Rudolph to allow him to sneak into the room undetected. For my part, I had to return to the sanctum magia to retrieve some portion of what I had gone there to get in the first place: powdered pineal gland.

I filled a small glass jar with the substance. I popped the stopper in and pressed it down to ensure that I would not lose any of the contents. I knew that while acquiring the material had been important, I needed to get back to help Sir Rudolph as quickly as I could. I went down the rope the assassin had left outside the window.

I ran along the side of the manor house toward Miss Hardwick's windows. When I arrived, I saw the assassin lying prone upon the ground. As I approached, the figure began to stir and rise. I applied the butt of my Walther to the figure's skull; once more the figure became prone. Sir Rudolph stirred nearby, still invisible and apparently as stunned as the assassin. Several trollkin approached on the double. I had them wait whilst I turned the figure over and removed the mask. Sir Rudolph and I were proved correct: the assassin was indeed Ophelia Hardwick.

I assigned one of the trollkin the task of bringing X to the scene. I told him specifically to avoid Mr. Hardwick; I only wanted X to come out. When X arrived, he congratulated Sir Rudolph and me on capturing Miss Hardwick. He then pointed out that since Scaramouche had been at work since at least the war, Miss Hardwick was not Scaramouche. It was possible that Miss Hardwick was merely a student of the master, but such surmises were not helpful. I told X about the missing guest. He wanted to pursue that but felt that we had to secure Miss Hardwick first.

We carried Miss Hardwick to her room using a somewhat circuitous route which did not take us near the guests. There we found that one of the serving girls had taken Miss Hardwick's place in the bed, apparently at Miss Hardwick's direction. We left two trollkin with Miss Hardwick.

On reaching the party again, the guests were in an uproar. There'd been murder done in the library. The trollkin guard had been taken from behind. Lady Gloria Mandrake lay quite still on the floor, a bronze sword nearby. I asked X if he had seen Mr. Hardwick recently. He replied that he had not seen him for some time. Sir Rudolph went to Mr. Hardwick's room to see if he were in danger, or even dead.

I felt it was time to investigate the charmed eye in my pocket. It indicated the presence of a wild card in the game and I felt that we needed to neutralise the wizard on the other end of the device. I went out to the ruined chapel on the grounds to gain access to the mana point there. I brought out the powdered remains of pineal gland and began my spell of clairvoyance. I cast it upon the link to the charmed eye, and the eye revealed to me the scene at its other end. I was seeing a dwarfkin sorcerer peering at me intently. I ignored him for the moment while I scanned the room behind him for the cues I would need to perform a teleportation spell. I did not want to miss this time.

The room I saw was a wizard's laboratory, though oddly filled with a number of bronze weapons alongside the racks of books and components one normally finds in such a place. The wizard overcame his initial startled reaction and began to cast a spell. I did not hesitate, but cast my own spell of teleportation. Without the aid of the radiated mana there in the ruined chapel, I should never have been able to cast so many difficult spells.

I appeared in the laboratory about seven or eight feet from the wizard. He only had time to widen his eyes before I put four rounds into him with the Walther PPK. If he had gotten off a protection spell, he would have been safe from the bullets, as they were not bronze. I was fortunate in that I acted quickly enough to pot him before he could act.

Voices sounded an alarum from the floor below at the sound of the shots. I cast a locking spell upon the door that I knew would hold for the time I needed. I paged through the magician's spell book to locate any spells unfamiliar to me. I found what I am still astounded to say exists: a spell to transform any metal to bronze. How this is possible, I cannot say, but I removed the pages of the spell so that C Branch could mull over the contents. Additionally, I found the spell with which the magician had created the eye through which he had a view into Mr. Hardwick's house. This too is beyond my capabilities, but I liberated it from the book as well.

I could hear the sirens of approaching police automobiles. The shouting voices at the door were obviously German. The people there seemed unable to dispel my lock, but they very well might have broken down the door with a concerted effort. I considered another teleportation, but without the aid I had received in the chapel and after all the spell expenditures I had made throughout the evening, I simply did not have the resources to perform another such conjuration. I departed through one of the windows and slipped into the night.

I headed downhill for some little time. I soon came to a great river. I turned to follow the stream, wondering if this could be the Rhine. The first sign I saw was that of the Gastehaus Lorelei. My surmise had been correct. I found lodgings in a very pleasant hotel in Oberwesel. I explained that my passport had been stolen, but that I would be able to have some funds wired from home. I called Star Chamber, through the usual circuitous route when using an unprotected phone, to report in. I then spent an agreeable evening enjoying the best fruits of German hospitality.

The debriefing for the case came about on the following Monday. I learned here that Mr. Hardwick had passed away as a result of wounds received at the hands of Sir Rudolph. Mr. Hardwick had apparently been possessed by a demonic spirit for some short while. The ruckus with Sir Rudolph occurred before Sir Rudolph could exorcise the spirit out of the unfortunate Mr. Hardwick.

The events leading to the regrettable demise of both Mr. Hardwick and Lady Mandrake began with the possession of Mr. Hardwick. With his last breaths, Mr. Hardwick explained to Sir Rudolph that an evil organization called Spectre had hatched an insidious plan by the means of which they would capture or negate the major spell casting ability of Britain.

Spectre, and its probable chief named Blofeld, successfully took possession of Mr. Hardwick. It is likely that Mr. Hardwick revealed much of the inner workings of Star Chamber to Blofeld and Spectre at that time. Mr. Hardwick went home with the mission to gather in one spot as many of the troublesome hierarchy of Star Chamber as he possibly could.

The party of June the eighth was already scheduled, but Lady Mandrake and X were late invitees to the soirée. Mr. Hardwick cast a suggestion spell on his niece Ophelia which caused her to have the horrific dream I detailed at the beginning of this report. Mr. Hardwick specifically requested that Sir Rudolph and I be entrusted with his personal security. It seems that Spectre is not above revenge.

Miss Ophelia Hardwick was an excellent student at Oxford, as well as an excellent athlete. She was quite accomplished as a gymnast, fencer, and archer. She noticed many odd things about her uncle after his return from abroad. She believed him to be possessed, but resolved to kill him herself as she thought that Sir Rudolph and I were his accomplices in whatever nefarious plans he had. The bronze-tipped arrows and a bronze knife she carried had been locally made to her specifications. She may not be a spell-caster, but she would make an excellent agent.

The dwarfkin conjurer turned out to be a Hungarian refugee named Niall Bilüng. He was Scaramouche's supporter and accomplice. Apparently, it was possible for him to cast spells through the charmed eye. When I removed the eye from my pocket in the library, he used the opportunity to transmute one of the swords on the wall to bronze. This must have been the usual method by which Scaramouche would have bronze weapons made for him once he infiltrated his prey's location. It also explains why he always left the weapons behind. He no longer needed them and he had no attachment to them.

We believe that Scaramouche actually had been hired by Spectre to kill as many high-ranking Star Chamber personnel as he could find. It is likely that he planted the charmed eye on an unsuspecting guest in case we found it with a spell specifically looking for magic. As far as we know, he is an entirely mundane assassin using the weapons provided by his accomplice to kill high-level wizards. Whether Scaramouche will still be an active assassin of magicians is difficult to evaluate. He has lost his main accomplice and provider of weaponry. On the other hand, he is a remarkably resourceful man.

In the final summation of this case, Sir Rudolph and I failed in the mission we had set out to accomplish. Harold Hardwick is now dead and Scaramouche remains at large. I can only say that Sir Rudolph and I were up against much more than we had anticipated from the briefing we received. In the larger picture, we have successfully thwarted Spectre in their goal of capturing or negating the major spell casting ability of Britain. True, Lady Mandrake and Mr. Hardwick are a heavy loss, but we have the resources to soldier on. In addition, if we have not captured Scaramouche, we have hampered his operation severely.

This account is complete and true within the limits of my ability to make it so. I aver that all events have taken place as I have recounted them and that the people named acted as I have indicated.

Submitted the 17th day of June, 1963, in memoriam X04 Harold Hardwick and X08 Lady Gloria Mandrake.

X12 Sir Henry Hamilton KBE, 7th Marquess Bamburgh