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luck with that invite Sir," Munro laughed. "It's getting warm again and you know how nothing can drag Gene away from the beaches and his pirate treasure!"
    Munro walked over to the edge of the lake and picked up his machine, scoop and case and approached the two men. "Well gentleman, I think this concludes my adventure for the day, I'll leave the final details to the museum."
    The Royal turned to the museum official and handed him the gold crown which was placed into a secure pilots case. Shaking his hand he said, "Thank you Mr. Mathews, I'll look forward to reading the report and your conclusions."
    "Thank you your Royal Highness, if it wasn't for your curiosity and arranging this project, who knows how many more lifetimes would have gone by."
    With that, the Royal turned and made his way back to his car. Mr. Mathews walked back to the visitor car park with Mark who still had the air tank on his back. There was a toot of the horn as the Aston Martin roared by, hood down, and an enthusiastic wave from within. Mark held up his detector and metal scoop in his right hand giving a warriors wave. Wrapping a towel around his waist and pulling off his wetsuit, Mark got himself dressed right there in the car park. Mr. Mathews shook his head in disbelief and carefully placed the pilots case into his car. Turning to Mark he asked, "How did you know?"
    "How did I know what? Where the crowns were?"
    "Yes, exactly."
    "I didn't. It was Eugene Hart. He pretty much laid it all out for me. The metal detector just helped me zone in," explained Mark.
    "Well I don't know how he could have possibly worked all this out. It all seems rather suspicious to me that you would turn up here today and head straight for the lake," Mr. Mathews stated.
    "Well I don't know exactly how the man conducts his research but he gives it everything he's got. Remember, he was a private eye so the man knows a thing or two about finding things out that others don't want to be found out," Mark said as he pulled up his brown leather boots under his jeans.
    "Well, perhaps we should pay Mr. Hart a visit and thank him in person," suggested Mr. Mathews.
    Munro smiled as he placed his gear into the trunk of his black Jaguar sports car. Closing the lid, he turned to Mr. Mathews and simply stated, "Just be glad he has a heart and does this for the benefit of others. We'd make a lot more than a finder's fee if we just did this for ourselves and sold it on the black market. And anyway, you won't find him because we don't want you, or anyone else sticking their beaks in. We need to protect the interests of our other clients. I'm sure you'd appreciate us keeping this and the royal factor a secret, won't you?" Munro finished in a matter of fact tone of voice.
    "Yes Mark, of course, I wasn't suggesting we'd interfere. Please pass my regards onto Mr. Hart and I wish him a full recovery."
    Shaking Mr. Mathews hand, Mark wished him well and reminded him to send a copy of the report to Eugene's mailing address. Mr. Mathews drove towards the gates in his Ford and was met with a police escort.
    Mark fired up his Jaguar F-Type coupe, the V8 bursting out a sharp sounding crackle before settling into a rumbling throb. Pulling out onto the main road he floored the throttle and the Jag surged forward in a violent thrust, racing through the fast shifting gears. Catching up the police convoy ahead, Mark eased off the throttle as blue flickers of light flashed over his face. "Well, this makes a change, having blue lights flashing in front of me…" he thought to himself, before turning off and blasting across the Welsh mountains.
    Reaching down to his phone, he pressed #1 on the speed- dial and waited for the phone to start ringing.
    Eugene's answer phone clicked on so Mark left a message. "Gene! It's Mark, I'm in the cat and she's purring over the Black Mountains, you still not back yet? Well, all I'm going to say is - you were right, more than right. Charlie boy was well happy, Mr. Mathews is his