Drawing completed - 24 MAY 2009
The tre' Basement
"Thank you, Gina," Ignatius said. "Now then, if there's nothing further, I'm off. I'll either be at my home or the Kettle if you need me."
"What about the box?" asked Sandra.
"What of it?" replied Ignatius.
"Ain't we gonna open it?" Pete asked.
"I thought we’d established that we don’t know how," Ignatius said.
"Can’t we at least try?" Sandra urged.
"Be my guest," Ignatius answered. "As a solicitor, my mechanical skills don't go much beyond a pencil sharpener. As such, I'll put myself to best use elsewhere."
"Right, then, let's fetch Geoff down here," Gina suggested. "He's a builder; he'll know how to crack this box."
"I'd think twice before doing consulting Mister ThistleBoar," Ignatius warned.
"Why so?" asked Sandra. "Geoff could help us."
"If our entering Reality, as you so adamantly insist, is illegal, then enlisting Geoff's support would make him an accessory," Ignatius warned.
Pete scratched his head in thought. "He wouldn't have to go in or nuffin'."
"If he helps in any way," Ignatius interrupted, "whether he knows what you're doing is illegal or not, he is an accomplice and, thus, culpable."
"But this is an emergency," Sandra said pointedly.
"Fine, please yourself," Ignatius waived. "And who will enlist Geoff to perform an illegal act? Any volunteers?"
No one spoke.
"I know it sounds rather selfish of me, but a large number of my constituency does rather depend on me for their employment - present company included, if I might be so bold."
"Excuse me, is that some sort of threat?" asked Gina.