Not quite a Honeymoon 4

Technically, the small mansion still belonged to Kenneth Pearce, but so far, the judges had been so busy in figuring out how much damage he had inflicted that nobody had found time to have an eye on his legal properties. So, Adele had a decent headquarter in the heart of London and here, she held a meeting of »Triple A«.

»So, you say that the bitch called for help – and the man she called is none other than the guy who helped to bring down Pearce?«

Amy nodded. She had followed Mike who had luckily taken a taxi instead of the Underground to his hotel. Beside her, Alinda was trying to crack the hotel`s data, to see if she could find something that could help them.

When Adele had still been related to Pearce, Amy had not yet been in her service, but her employer had told her everything and so, she knew that Mike had been the one who had started by investigating the disappearance of Laila Steele and had ended up getting Pearce behind bars. She smiled.

»He has thus been a pain in your ass – and, accidentally, also in mine! So, maybe, I can combine duty and pleasure by hurting him, too!«

Adele looked at a point above Amy, as if she was imagining some not so nice scenarios for Julie N`Kono. At that moment, Alinda let out a triumphant »Ha!«. She was quite skilled with computers and the hotel`s system wasn`t as highly secured as that of a bank or the Government.

»Yesterday, only one man named Michael checked in – together with his wife and two children.«

It was clear that Alinda had more to offer and so, Adele and Amy just waited. Alinda brushed a curl from her forehead and continued:

»However, there is an Oscar Michael Dunbar – does that ring a bell?«

Amy slammed her fist into her palm. Since they had never been cordial, she hadn`t known Mike`s first name, but she knew that his last name was Dunbar. She leant forward, since Alinda`s smile told her she had more information.

»Seems he had booked a double room – for himself and a French citizen, an Isabelle Veronique Marceau!«

Amy frowned. She had had a short encounter with what had turned out to be Mike`s ex, a Lioba Karnstein. However, at the end, shortly before Mike had – sent her away, he had returned to Lioba`s apartment with another redhead, a small French girl he had referred to as »Belle«. So, Mike kept faithful to his loot scheme.

»You can`t see if she`s a petite redhead?«, she asked, half-jokingly. Alinda turned around the laptop. Obviously, the hotel clerk had scanned the passports and Amy looked at the image of a younger Isabelle.

»So, it seems that discount James Bond has a weak spot!«

Adele cleared her throat and the two turned around.

»Just don`t forget that our main target is the bitch. But as long as you keep that in mind, you may also torture this Mike a bit. BTW, I have an idea how we could up the ante a bit!«

***

At the hotel, Mike had put on his suit and then pretended that he had to check something at the lobby. Isabelle knew that in reality, he wanted a little show and to see her walk down the steps into the lobby in her new dress he hadn`t seen yet.

Usually, Isabelle was a bit shy about her looks, but she decided that her fiancé had earned a little reward. After all, he had not only paid for the dress, but without him, she also wouldn`t have met Lalita. Lalita, who had brought up another idea she still was insecure about.

She put on her dress, leaving the bra, and, since it felt so marvellous how the silk caressed her skin, also the pantyhose. Her hair, she arranged in a rather simple updo. Twice, she checked how it looked when she removed the hairpins and her curls fell loose. Later, after the dinner, she would do it again, for Mike.

As Lalita had promised, the dress matched her beloved brooch and also her ring, the only pieces of jewellery she had put on. Then, after a last critical look in the mirror, she left the room.

The lobby was almost empty, but Mike was there, leaning against a pillar and pretending that he was not impatiently waiting. As his eyes fell upon her, he slowly straightened and looked at her.

»Don`t stagger! Don`t stagger!«, Isabelle told herself as she walked down the stairs as if she was hovering. Mike still stood there and looked as if something heavy had hit his forehead and she had to smile on the level of sheer, unconcealed admiration.

»Obviously, you like it!«, she whispered as she stood close to him. Mike still seemed as if he didn`t dare to touch her and so, she decided to break the ice by adjusting his bow tie. Now, he finally found a few words:

»Fluent in three languages, but not one word that expresses perfection!«

Slightly blushing, Isabelle stepped closer, so the tips of her breasts touched his chest.

»It`s still old me inside the dress!«, she breathed. Mike now almost carefully brushed over her shoulders.

»I wasn`t referring to the dress, though it looks quite nice!«

They kissed and when their lips parted, Isabelle was slightly wondering that they were still standing on their positions, for she had had the impression that the room had been circling around them. Mike offered her his arm and they left the hotel. She had to grin how he seemed to interpret every look at them as envious and she felt a bit flattered, too.

Isabelle did indeed catch a few eyes, also that of a blonde woman sitting inside her car. Adele had seen no point in sitting on her ass and so, since Amy could have been recognized and also had to assist Alinda, she had gone for the hotel, to see whether she could get a glimpse of Mike and Isabelle.

»Not bad for a redhead«, she had to admit as the two entered a waiting taxi. Adele would not try to follow the other car, for she was sure that Mike would not attend Julie in that attire. Instead, she was sure that he and his girlfriend would spend a nice evening and so, Julie and Mathilda would have an interesting night once Alinda and Amy had visited them.

***

»Luckily, her window opens to the street!«

Alinda and Amy had now observed Julie`s apartment for some hour and finally, the light in what seemed to be the living room had gone out. Now, the fun part began.

Breaking into Mathilda`s apartment had been piece of cake, but here, things were a bit more difficult. Alinda had proposed that they should pretend Mike had sent them, but this had two disadvantages: Julie could just call Mike to prove that – and at least one of them would have to show up unmasked in front of Julie. And, according to Adele`s plan, they would not visit her for the last time.

»Revenge might be a dish best served cold – but I also prefer to have as many dishes as possible!«

The house had eight parties living in it and so, they could just enter the lobby; if someone would ask, they could pretend to be visitors of one of the other inhabitants. Both women had dressed the same, wearing bright jogging suits, baseball caps and their hair in a ponytail. Also, each of them carried a gym bag.

The lobby was empty and they went up to the second floor where they stopped in front of Julie`s apartment door. Whilst Alinda kept her back clear, Amy checked the door lock and took something from her pocket that looked like a metal rod attached to a cable. She carefully pushed it into the gap between the door and the floor, at the same time watching the screen of her phone. The probe sent pictures to her phone as soon as it had passed the gap and by turning it, Amy could see that the corridor was dark.

She showed a »thumb up« to Alinda who repeated the signal, telling her that the staircase was clear. Now, it had to stay that way for some minute. Amy had her picklocks with her and the door was solid, but had no security lock, but there was no way she could work on the lock without looking as if she was doing anything else.

Amy didn`t fear that they would get caught: if some neighbour appeared, they could still knock him out and run away. But a failed attempt would warn Julie and maybe persuade her to search help from the Police who now would tend to believe her.

After some 30 seconds, she heard the faint click of the door opening and she oppressed a sigh of relief. Quickly, she stowed her phone, the probe and her picklocks and held the door ajar whilst listening for any suspicious sounds. Then, she smiled: at least one of their targets was faintly snoring.

The two quickly removed their jogging suits that had hidden their black spandex suits and put them into one of the gym bags they would leave in the corridor. From the other, they took their guns and a few other things before they put on their masks and sneaked into the apartment.

The corridor had just some two square meters and three doors led away from it. Behind one was a storage room even smaller than the corridor, the second hid the bathroom. Amy pointed at the third.

When they carefully pushed the door open, the snoring became louder and they could see from the light that came through the curtains that someone was sleeping on the couch. The pale skin told them it was Mathilda, sleeping on her back with her mouth slightly open.

Amy pointed at Mathilda`s body, partially wrapped in the blanket. Then, she took a nerf ball from her pocket and silently approached the sleeping girl. Mathilda let out another snore and Amy gently squeezed her nose shut. The girl gasped as she could not suck air through her nose and Amy held the ball ready. When her mouth opened, she quickly stuffed the nerf ball into her oral cavity whilst Alinda slung her arms around Mathilda and pressed her down with her weight.

»Uuhmm? Mhhrrrmmm!«

Mathilda blinked and then, she gazed at Amy`s masked face inches above her own, She struggled and tried to push the gag from her mouth, but when she saw the gun pointed at her, she stopped. Amy grabbed the girl`s scalp with her left, tightly, but not yet brutal.

»No sound and do as we say!«

The girl made a faint sound and then, she nodded slightly. They forced her to get up and when the blanket slid from her shoulders, they saw she was wearing an oversized T-Shirt. Her hand went to the gag in her mouth, but Amy stopped her.

»Leave it where it is – or we will have to cut your tongue out!«

She brushed over Mathilda`s neck with the barrel of her gun and the girl stood petrified. At that moment, Alinda pointed at the door that obviously led to the sleeping room. Some light that came through the keyhole indicated that someone had switched on the light on the other side. Alinda raised her gun and aimed at the door whilst Amy tightened the grip on Mathilda`s scalp and increased the pressure of the gun.

Mathilda trembled and she felt the urge to work the gag out of her mouth to warn Julie, but she just watched in helpless horror as the door slowly opened and then, Julie, clad in a short pyjama, sneaked into the living room. She noticed that the couch was empty, but before she could come to any conclusions, Alinda turned on the light.

»Surprise!«, she and Amy said in unison. Julie was about to jump back into her room, but Alinda told her to stop and raise her hands. Amy pushed Mathilda over to her and made her do the same.

»Wh-what do you w-want?«, Julie croaked and Amy slowly took something from her bag that looked like a handle without anything on it. Then, she said:

»We are girls – we just wanna have some fu-un! But first of all, do you know what that is?«

She raised the handle and pressed a button. Now, there was a crackling sound and blue lightnings shot from the handle`s top. It was a taser. With wide eyes, Julie nodded and Mathilda let out a strange sound. In a patronizing tone, Amy told her:

»You may take off the gag for now.«

The girl plucked the nerf ball from her mouth and dropped it to the floor. Amy switched off the taser and then meant:

»These things can really hurt! However, I am sure that we can talk like civilized people and won`t need it!«

»What do you want?«, Julie again demanded to know and now, Amy stepped forward and switched on the taser again. Julie shied back towards the wall when she held it to her face.

»First of all, I want you to shut up! It might sound like a cliché, but it`s us who aske the question! However, if we do, we demand clear and complete answers! Is that understood?«

Julie nodded and then, as Amy brought the taser even closer to her face, she gasped:

»Y-Yes!«

Mathilda also approved that she had understood and Amy turned to Julie again.

»Now, the first question is rather easy: since you obviously weren`t expecting us – where were you just going?«

Julie looked a bit puzzled, but then, she said with an almost inaudible voice:

»To the – bathroom!«

Amy smiled under her mask.

»I already thought so, but I just wanted to be sure! Well, as I said, we are civilized people! So, you may go! My colleague will have an eye on you!«

When Julie didn`t move, Amy`s tone became sharp:

»Just because I am polite, that doesn`t mean my orders aren`t meant as orders!«

With raised hands, and with Alinda following her, pointing at her with her gun, Julie staggered towards the bathroom and switched on the light. As she approached the toilet, she saw that Alinda was leaning in the open door.

»Don`t be shy, we are all just girls!«

Julie`s cheeks burned as she lowered her pyjama pants and sat down on the toilet seat. She hoped that now, the masked woman would leave her alone or at least turn away, but Alinda just said:

»If you can`t whilst someone`s watching – these tasers have quite a relaxing effect on the bladder!«

The casual tone in which the intruder spoke of torturing her sent a shiver down Julie`s spine. Cringing from embarrassment, she peed. As she wanted to pull up her pants, Alinda forced her to step out of them instead. Now only wearing the pyjama jacket that barely covered her middle, Julie had to flush and then get back into the living room.

Here, she stood with her hands in front of her pubic mound whilst Amy escorted Mathilda to the bathroom, too. When she came back, Julie saw that she was holding something small and white in her right. It was the thong she had been wearing, together with the sleeping T-Shirt.

»As said, we are not uncivilized. So, you will each get a new pair of panties! Mathilda will be so kind to put hers on you!«

The two captives gasped in unison and Amy giggled:

»I said ›new‹ and not ›fresh‹! Now, it`s your choice, Julie – either Mathilda`s thong or bottomless!«

None of the alternatives was appealing, but when Amy reached for the taser, Julie finally uttered:

»I – I take the thong!«

Now, Mathilda had to bent down deeply, since Alinda insisted that she kept her legs stretched as she reached for Julie`s ankles. She felt the T-Shirt slide up her back and almost felt the intruders` eyes on her exposed butt.

Julie had enough self-control left that she slightly raised her foot, allowing Mathilda to get it through the thong`s leg opening. When Mathilda put it over her other foot, she touched her sole and Julie twitched slightly.

»Ah, yes, you were the ticklish one!«, Alinda said in a voice that told Julie that she would come back on that later. She let out a fluttering breath as Mathilda pulled the thong up her long legs, avoiding to look at Julie`s middle.

Since Mathilda was small and petite, the thong fit tight and Julie, who preferred panties, shuddered as the string sank between her buttocks. At least, her pubic mound was now covered by a small triangle of white cloth.

Alinda now tossed something to Mathilda. With horror, she recognized it as the black thong she had been wearing whilst she had been left bound and gagged by the women and Adele.

»We thought that Julie`s panties would be too big for you and so, we got these from your apartment. If you say ›thank you‹ like a good girl, you may put them on by yourself!«

Mathilda looked at the thong that still felt damp and gave evidence of her forced arousal earlier. However, she was sure that whatever these two were up to, everything would be better than being stark naked.

»Th-thank y-y-you!«, she stammered.

However, that was not what Amy had had in mind. She forced Mathilda to raise the hem of her T-Shirt and drop a deep curtsey whilst thanking her. Then, she had to put on the underwear and she grimaced as the damp cloth touched her pubic mound.

»All right, now, off with the shirts!«

The order was accompanied by the crackling of the taser and so, both Julie and Mathilda removed their tops and then stood there with their arms crossed in front of their boobs. Amy sat down and aimed at them with her gun whilst Alinda took out her cell phone and two small cards.

»So, you may be pleased to hear that we are almost done. Now, each of you will just have to do one little task and then, we will leave!«

She noticed the glimpse of hope and relief on her captives` faces. Alinda also sat down and raised the phone as if she wanted to take a photo. Then, she ordered:

»Mathilda, two steps forward!«

The girl obeyed and Alinda asked:

»What`s your bra size?«

»Eh?«

Mathilda stared at the masked woman. Then, she twitched as Amy once again switched on the taser and she uttered:

»32A!«

A pink rash covered her cheeks and she looked to the floor. In a mockingly friendly tone, Alinda said:

»There, there! No need to be ashamed, not every girl can have a pair of melons like Julie! I am sure your boobies look nice! Why don`t you show us, Mathilda?«

Julie felt the heat in her cheeks and she knew that only her skin colour hit she was blushing all over when her breasts were compared to melons. Mathilda just stood there, waiting for a gap in the floor she could jump into, when Amy raised the taser and said in a reprimanding tone:

»For a girl that has been to college, you really have difficulties in recognizing an order! Maybe, you need some extra lessons in imperatives!«

Mathilda`s pleading was answered by Amy raising from the couch and switching on the taser and so, the girl reluctantly lowered her arms. Amy stepped closer and brushed over them with the taser she had switched out before. Mathilda`s chest heaved as the masked woman inspected her breasts.

»There, nice and pert, nothing you need to hide! Julie, how about you say something nice about your friend`s boobs, too?«

In a surprisingly quick move, Amy suddenly pushed the taser against Julie`s cleavage, right above her defensively crossed arms.

»That is if you don`t prefer the smell of fried melon!«

Julie gasped. Then, she cleared her throat and licked her lips. Amy, with her fingers on the taser`s button, purred:

»Better be creative. You are a journalist, after all!«

Julie forced herself to look at Mathilda`s breasts. She rummaged through her memories to find something appropriate and suddenly, she remembered her bible. Julie had been brought up in a Christian household and her parents and teachers had encouraged her to read the bible. However, when she had reached puberty, Julie had been fascinated by a part the priests hardly ever mentioned. With a toneless voice, she recited the Song of Solomon:

»Your breasts are like fawns, twins of a gazelle!«

To her relief, Amy removed the taser from her breasts and stepped back one step.

»I have no hand free to applaud, but I am impressed! Mathilda, I think that calls for a warm ›thank you‹!«

Mathilda stammered something and then, when both stared at her expectantly, she dropped another curtsey in front of Julie. Alinda now said:

»Now that you know we all love your boobs, the next task will be easier for you! Just take the card and say the text into the camera!«

Reluctantly, Mathilda reached for the card, but Alinda added:

»I know, you will not like doing it. But it`s on you whether it will be an embarrassing minute or embarrassing hours. I want you to smile, to look directly into the camera and to speak loud and clearly! Oh, and just add ›32A‹ where I left the gap!«

Fearing the worst, Mathilda took the card. The instructions were just a few sentences, but she vigorously shook her head. She just couldn`t do that! She couldn`t!

»We will repeat the shooting as long as it takes!«

»However, if you don`t want to get tasered, you better give your best on the first shoot!«

Julie watched with a mixture of fear and pity as Mathilda stared at the piece of paper, her chest heaving and her fingers trembling. Then, she finally straightened and stepped in front of the camera. After a few deep breathes, she forced a ghostly smile on her face and she spoke:

»Hi, I am Mathilda Darlington, 22! I am a 32A – but hey, quality beats quantity, doesn`t it?«

Having said so, she thrust out her boobs until Alinda said »Cut!«. Immediately after, the girl covered her face with her hands and sobbed.

»Hey, that was good, we don`t have to take another shoot!«, Alinda told her, but Mathilda didn`t react. So Alinda approached her and not so gently pulled her hands from her face.

»Pull yourself together now! We won`t have Julie wait for her shoot all day just because you have a little stage fever! Now, get into the corner, on your knees, put you hands behind your back and be quiet!«

The frightened girl obeyed and Julie anxiously watched as Alinda now entered her sleeping room, only to come back a minute later. In her hand, she held Julie`s glasses.

»Put them on!«

 To do so, Julie had to remove one of her arms from her breasts. She knew that soon, too soon, she would be forced to expose them anyway, but still, she hoped that this nightmare would come to an end.

Alinda handed her the card and positioned her phone to film her whilst Amy kept her gun pointed at her. Julie shuddered. She had no idea whether the video was just for the two, for their ominous employer – or if they would post it to the internet, for everyone to see. Julie knew that she would find out on the hardest way possible.

She reflexively brushed her hair back and then stepped in front of Alinda, focussing the camera. The text had been so short that she knew it by heart, as had the only stage direction. Once again, she looked at the gun and then at Mathilda kneeling in the corner. Julie put one leg slightly forward and placed her right on her hip. She thrust out her breasts and with her left, she slightly lowered her glasses towards the tip of her nose. With a forced smile, she said, hoarsely, but clearly:

»Hi, I am Julie N`Kono, 29! I am a 36D, and since none of you is looking at my glasses, you should not wait to make passes, boys!«

»Cut!«

»Why are you doing all this to us?«, Julie asked, feeling too humiliated to even care about covering her breasts any longer. They would soon be seen by everyone anyway! On her card, there had been a gap at her bra size, too, but Julie had seen no point in lying.

»Because we have orders and get paid! Not all of us have the luxury of being self-employed!«

»Heads up, Mount Cameroon! Our orders so far only say to take the videos, not to post them online – yet!«

The two masked women then directed Julie and Mathilda back into the bathroom. Whilst Mathilda had to sit on the toilet seat, Amy took a roll of tape and tied Julie`s wrists in front of her before securing the tape with a zip tie. Then, she directed the Black into the shower.

»Raise your arms!«

With another zip tie, Amy fixed her wrists to the shower head. Then, she reached for the tape again and tied her legs at the ankles and above and below the knees. Alinda ostentatiously held her hand to her ear.

»Seems to be a quiet neighbourhood!«

»Too bad for you!«

Helplessly, Julie watched as one of the women now held Mathilda at gunpoint whilst her accomplice forced the nerf ball back into her mouth, securing it with several rounds of tape. She knew that soon, it would be her turn to be gagged, too.

To her dismay, Amy now bent over her laundry hamper and when she saw what she had found, she shook her head.

»No! No, please, noouhhmmph!«

Amy pressed the panties against her closed mouth, forcing the back of her head against the tiled wall. It was the panties she had been wearing all day and night, including the time she and Mathilda had been bound and gagged. The musty scent reached her nose and she squirmed, trying to shake off the hand on her mouth.

Amy balled her free hand to a fist and Julie, who saw it at the corner of her eye, expected a hit. Instead, Amy placed her fist on Julie`s flank – and then slowly opened her hand, brushing over her side with her fingers. Julie squealed and then, as her tickling reflex took over, she gasped and her attacker forced a bit of the panties between her lips.

The struggle was one-sided and so, despite Julie`s desperate resistance and despite the substantial size of the used underwear, finally the whole panties were stuffed behind her pristine teeth. In her case, Amy tied a nylon stocking between her lips and pulled the knots so tight at the back of her head that it cut into the corners of her mouth and forced the panties even deeper into the back of her throat. Then, the gag was sealed with tape, too.

Amy looked at her victim who stared at her with hatred, her chest heaving. She giggled under her mask.

»Now, the saying ›taste of underwear‹ will never be the same to you!«

She cocked her head and looked at Julie.

»He, that was a joke, you are expected to laugh!«

She tickled Julie`s sides for about a minute, causing the Black to twitch and squeal whilst she helplessly gasped for air. Finally, she turned towards Mathilda and forced the gagged girl into the shower, too.

»Since you are colleagues and roommates, you sure don`t mind getting a little closer!«

Mathilda was forced to get close to Julie, so close she had to step onto the Black`s feet and that her head was embedded between Julie`s ample boobs. Her wrists were tied behind Julie`s back, with tape and a cable binder. Working together, the two criminals now wrapped rounds of tape around both women, forcing their nearly nude fronts together from ankles to shoulders. Once they were finished, Alinda once again tickled Julie`s sides and though she knew how this made their fronts grind over each other, she couldn`t help squirming and bucking.

»We are not here for our pleasure!«, Amy reminded her mockingly and Alinda stepped back. The two intruders withdrew and two minutes later, they left the apartment, unmasked and once again clad in their jogging suits, looking like two friends who wanted to do a midnight session at their gym.

***

 Isabelle hadn`t been sure what would expect her, but she was quite impressed. The taxi had brought them to the Buckingham Palace, albeit to what looked like a back entrance. But it was the real palace and two guards, though dressed in contemporary uniforms, escorted them inside. They saluted and Mike responded to it, though he wasn`t in uniform.

At the door, a small group was waiting. A man in his 50ies wearing a suit similar to Mike`s stood beside an elderly man in a blue uniform with lots of medals on his chest. The latter had his arm offered to a woman that looked Arab and showed a friendly smile.

The man in the suit led them inside and into a rather small room where a table laid for the five of them was waiting. At one wall, two waiters in liveries were standing beside some plates covered with silver hoods.

One of the waiters served Champaign flutes and once everyone had a glass, the man introduced himself as Peter Bishop. Isabelle knew from Mike that he had been his superior when he had been an active agent. The man in the uniform was an Admiral Steele and now, Isabelle could see that the woman, who was his wife, showed a strong resemblance towards her daughter.

They toasted and then, the Admiral let his eyes wander over Isabelle before he said towards Mike:

»To me, the most beautiful women in the world are of course my wife and my daughter! But I am glad that number three is your fiancé, Lance Corporal!«

Mrs. Steele smiled and Isabelle wasn`t sure whether she should curtsey whilst Mike grinned as if the Admiral had complimented him. Bishop also seemed to like what he saw and Isabelle remembered that he had been in trouble because of his interest in a much younger woman.

»Protect me, Mike!«, she thought and reached for his hand. However, Bishop led them to the table little later and the Admiral`s wife freed Isabelle from the men`s gazes by pulling her aside and asking about where she had gotten her beautiful dress.

The food was delicious and though she usually did not dine at a palace, Isabelle more and more relaxed, though it was clear that the dinner was only the prelude for something bigger. And indeed, after the main course, Bishop rose and said:

»Ladies, Gentlemen, one of the disadvantages of our profession is that we have to work in the hidden! Therefore, we can not always honour our heroes the way they deserve!«

Under the table, Isabelle reached for Mike`s hand. Bishop looked at him and continued:

»We can`t give them the medals they have earned, for providing damage from King and Country, for risking their lives – and for saving those we love!«

At his last words, his eyes wandered to the Steele`s who looked at Mike with gratefulness. Mike quickly turned towards Isabelle and whispered:

»I don`t know whom he means! I saved the one I love for completely egoistic reasons!«

Bishop waited until he had kissed Isabelle`s hand before he announced:

»So, I am afraid that there will be no knighthood and no Victoria´s Cross for you, Mr. Dunbar! To be honest, we will even have to skip the dessert!«

There was some polite laughter and Bishop came to the finale:

»However, our country does not forget about its unsung heroes and therefore, I can at least offer you the reward for those the men on the streets don`t speak about!«

Now, Isabelle noticed that the curiosity on Mike`s eyes had mixed with anticipation, as if he had an idea what Bishop was talking about.

»Miss Marceau, since Mr. Dunbar insisted on it, I now humbly ask you both to follow me to the famous – or rather infamous – ›Rogue`s Gallery‹!«

***