(Part 5)
The small, remotely controlled aerial vehicle droned its motors, as it
entered the exit/entry port... to the Laboratory proper of the manor house...
A short while later, Gibbens returned as well. The air-robot was good at retrieving.
'Gibbs' was good at his part... Of getting young Ladies comatose, with his mind!
He, an escapee from a nearby mental institution, now at the beck and call of his
new Master... Once revered, but then much disgraced... Professor Layton Denton.
Together, Gibbs and the Drone brought the 'goods' back that the curmudgeon of
old Broxton Manor had required. For Doc Denton's 'Odd Folly' (hobby). Oh, my.
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"Master... The Ladies' pretty garments still reek... of her perfume... You like?"
Denton: "Yes, my old Gibby... I do Like. Very much... I am designing a larger drone craft now.
Maybe soon... You can then return the girl herself... A girl, of that ill-refute... In the carry-hold of it?!"
Gibbs: "Yes... That will be very good... My Master. And maybe later... A girl... For Gibby too?"
Denton: "Perhaps... Maybe... We shall see. Wash up, then we dine. Pheasant tonight!"
Gibbs: "That sounds very good... Master. Very, very good!"
(To be continued...)