He did not tell us, of course, but the condition of the railway so scared him that he hired a team to find another rail cart, cut fresh sleepers and r...place those that had rotted away. His business back in Valencia had sold for a very hefty sum--so much that he constantly went armed with a revolver. It was a huge thing, a British Webley with cartridges marked .445 caliber. He carried it in a leather holster at his hip. His initials, TB, were carved into the butt of the pistol and the leather. It's up to you."That was spontaneous. I'd surprised myself, departing from the script. Something told me she wasn't going to be so rigid about it this time. Anyhow, she could only refuse the strategy, but it seemed pretty sure that she was still set on the deed itself."I don't see why not," she said, a little surprised. "Probably good thinking. Eager, huh?"She said it nonchalantly, but I considered my reply cautiously. "Well, not really, I just thought..." Oh, charming!" she joked gently. "Not. "That was a little close," he said. "Nice work, though." Thanks," grinned the doctor."How the hell did you find that in the dark?" asked Wilds.Alexa shrugged. "I donno. It's sort of a feel, I guess."Finn remembered that Alexa had had no problem finding a way to open the trap door either, and wondered a bit about her background. How did having a doctorate in physics and computer engineering translate into being able to find hidden doors? Well, something to worry about another day.They followed. Simon would then be told to bend over the back of the chair. He would probably not be told how many strokes he would be receiving.Mandy tended to allow quite a long time gap between strokes so depending on how many he got, it could be quite a time-consuming process.The Friday evening dragged on and there was some chatter and some watching of television but no suggestion of the caning and when at about ten o'clock Mandy announced, "I am going to bed, see you in the morning," it was ruled out for.