(Part 9 - Finale)

The craft landed. Out of it came... a Being!

If a man, he was very odd looking. Bald, skinny, not very tall. Maybe 5 foot and a half at most.

The 'being' was dressed all in black... Only his face showed. It was an eerie face (as seen in binoculars by Ohms & Stratton).

The odd male approached Priscilla, in her 'working girl' garb... Stared in her eyes... Then she went limp. The Being caught her,

then quickly placed her in the small craft... Which immediately took off. The odd 'Being' then ran after the craft/object. He was fast.

Stratton: "My men are fit... But that man - or whatever he is... Runs like an Olympian!"

Ohms: "My, yes, he is fast. But no worries, Inspector. Priscilla has my special tracking-beacon device, hidden on her person."

# # #

Back at the Laboratory... Of Broxton Manor House... In the Shelby Woods area:

"Where... am I? Why have you brought me here?" spoke Priscilla.

"I... am Denton. A brilliant man... and now... Your Master... My Dear!" ('Doc' Layton Denton then let out a short laugh).

Gibby, all in black attire, returned a short time later... He was exhausted from his run but had enjoyed the Night air...

"Master... You are pleased... With the Girl?" He said, after taking a few cool-down breaths. He was tired but was indeed fit.

Denton: "Yes, Gibby... Master is Very Pleased. You've done well, my friend. Go freshen up and enjoy the mutton and wine dinner."

'Doc' Denton looked menacingly at Priscilla. She, still a bit weary from the 'look' from the odd eyes of that freak all in black (Gibby).

"Welcome to your new Home... My Dear! Your stay is indefinite... Please, try to enjoy it. A girl of your ill refute should.

You are set for Life. No more looking for new customers... Ever!" Denton then laughed more enthusiastically.

As he approached Priscilla, inch by inch... She reached for the small object that Ohms had given her.

Not the homing beacon, hidden in her dress... But the other item. She took hold, swung it round.

And quickly... fired! Denton... went down. Like a tree felled by the forest axe-man. Timber!

The device was a new one designed recently by Ohms. a 'Stun-Pistol'. Electric? Oh Yes!

The front manor house door was opened. By police battering ram... Bam!

Then Ohms, Stratton and his men... entered, and soon took charge.

"Oh, No... Poor Master!" said Gibby, just returning from his meal,

coming to see what all the commotion and noise was about...

# # #

Stratton, a day later: "Well, Ohms... With your help, we cracked another strange case.

The 'Middleton Masher' caper/affair is now 'Closed'. Your Sovereign, the Queen... and I... Thank-You!"

Ohms: "You're both Very Welcome. Good day, Inspector. I must be off..."

# # #

That very next evening... at Mighty Murgatroyd's Pub House bar.

"Compliments... of Lissette. These rounds are On the House!" spoke Nancy, now off the streets and working in the bar.

"Thank-You ever so much, Mr. Ohms. I am very grateful... For everything." Nancy bowed slightly, then left, smiling...

'Tommy' Shure-Lock Ohms and Johnny Watts then lifted their Blue Bolt and Green Fogg up high. And several more!

(The End... of this one)