Revelation

"Keep talking, love," said the man, now with a definite West Midlands twang to his accent.

Molly laughed. "Oh dear," she said. "I'm not surprised you decided to change the way you speak. Not really the way a leader of men is meant to sound, is it."

From her position on the floor, Margaret cackled. "Not so much an accent, as a speech defect!"

The sight of the woman he'd shot mocking him, in spite of the pool of blood gathering about her, terrified the man.

"Shut it, you old cow," he snarled.

"Or else?" she spat back.

"Margaret, that's enough," interrupted Molly. "Well, it's all just about over now, Major - or should I call you Kevin?"

The man formerly known as the Major winced at the sound of his real name.

"The game's up," she continued. "Even if you killed all of us here, I've handed everything we know about you to our friend in the Police. If you do anything but surrender, you're only making things worse for yourself. And I don't think you're stupid. Sly, yes. Heartless, yes. With a nasty streak a mile wide, but not stupid."

At the mention of the Police, Kevin looked uncertain.

"See, your plan could never work. Want to know why? Your device was no match for this."

Molly held in her hand the clock winding-key.

"That?" asked Kevin. "What is it?"

"Want a closer look, do you?" asked Molly.

And with that, she threw the key at him.



Part Three begins here.