As Branwell took the boat back to Dover with his prize money, Lola and Bunty took a limousine to the local airport and boarded De Havilland prop plane and prepared to fly to Liverpool. Their luggage had been sent ahead to the ship as it was far too heavy for the light plane although Bunty insisted taking her father’s old bowling bag with its lignum vitae bowls neatly packed inside.
Lola yawned, “Bunty I’m sure that there will be plenty of bowls and quoits and all kinds that you can make use of on the ship, I don’t see why you have to bring those horrid things with you.”
“They were Daddy’s and they hold sentimental value.” said Bunty blissfully unaware of what they contained inside, concealed many years ago by Bingo on behalf of the Chester historical Regiment 405.
The ladies were also unaware that a certain Professor of their acquaintance had also taken a fancy to a cruise. A man known variously as Dorking and Darwin, now fully invigorated after his electrical treatments and now with a new face and a mop of jet black hair had taken a suite at the Liverpool Adelphi Hotel and was reading brochures.
It was with a heavy heart that Branwell arrived at Ricketts; he put away his battered suitcase containing his only suit and laid out his money on the kitchen table in his small cottage. H had never seen so much money in his life and he had won the Enormous Gold medal which was shaped like a strange triangular chocolate bar with almonds, because it was Swiss.
He had proven his wicked step father wrong at last; there was money to be had out of messing around with flowers like a great nancy boy in a big girl’s blouse.
“I’m rich! Rich I tell you!” he cackled wildly, “And I’ll show all those people who laughed at me a thing or two when I built a mansion!”
Branwell’s mother had been very strongly influenced by the Bronte sisters as she called all of her daughters after them and by an odd coincidence her maiden name had been Rochester and she had married a man called Heathcliff and insisted that the name be hyphenated.
Branwell’s first purchase with his new found wealth had been a new suit, which he really should have taken some advise over. It was a black and white affair with window pane checks and may have suited a Chicago gangster in the prohibition era, but was out of place in the estate agents at Ricketts.
Shyster, of Shyster, Shmuck and Schlmeel rubbed his hands together with glee when he saw the gentrified country bumpkin walk into the office with a sack of money, but in Branwell Rochester-Heathcliff he was soon to be surprised.
Bunty and Lola were soon flying over the English Channel and they landed in no time at all it seemed at Liverpool aerodrome where they were met by another limousine which took them to their hotel.
“I say Lola, ” said Bunty, “I do hope that we don’t get a repeat of the rum goings on that happened here last time.”
“Don’t be silly Bunty, it would be rather a rum coincidence if anything that outrageous were to happen to us again!” said Lola.