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Setting things in motion
A chapter in the book Sinclair Pickens-Smythe
Plans Made
by damommy
At exactly 3:42 a.m., Sinclair woke up with a plan in mind. He must send a note to his attorney, Silas P. Littleman, and set everything in motion. Ah, to paraphrase Wordsworth, “Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, but to be in bed was very heaven!” With this in mind, he went back to sleep for the next four hours. He woke up to find his papa had passed away, and he was the only thing Sinclair cared about.
After he’d buried his father three days later, he went to his room, dressed in his best suit, and told Buggles to bring the car around. He’d drive himself to town to give the messenger time to get the note to Littleman. There’d be no problem as Sinclair was his most important client.
“I don’t know how long I’ll be, Buggles, but I’ll want something to eat the moment I arrive. Expect me when you see me.” That will keep the old boy on his toes.
“Yes, sir. Very good, sir. Have a good day, Sir.”
One hour and seventeen minutes after he and Littleman shook hands in greeting, the deed was done. Arrangements had been made for him to have access to his money in a secret bank account under an assumed name. Littleman would handle all that for him. No, he had only to set everything in motion. When no one was watching, he vigorously rubbed his hands together in anticipation. Someone was in for a big surprise.
Ah, how good it is to have that settled, he thought. And Arabella will wish she’d been a better wife. Or at least, to have put on a good show. She won’t be having time to think about haute couture and such things she holds dear. She’ll be speechless. For a minute.
On his return home, everything went as normal. Arabella looked down her nose at Sinclair, Sinclair played the devoted husband, and Buggles stood by, arrogant as always. Good. Nothing had changed. Nothing ever changed.
“Arabella, my dear, would you care to join me in the movie room? You could have your pick of what to watch.”
“Sinclair, you’re as hopeless as ever. We’ve been invited for cocktails at Hal and Clarissa’s. I knew you wouldn’t want to go, so I’ve made your excuses. Go watch your movie.” What luck to not seeing his grinning toad face for a few hours!
Well, that worked out nicely. He hadn’t forgotten about the invitation. He knew she would make excuses for him, and now he had an entire evening to himself to make his plans. While they were making fun of him, he enjoyed the thought that the laugh would be on them. At least, on Arabella.
He draped his suit bag over his arm, grabbed the small suitcase, and with his shaving kit tucked under his arm, went outside, and hid it all where he could easily get it later. It took all his control not to whistle as he went.
With his usual grace, he tripped over a tree root and fell flat on his face, so, sneaking back into the house, he quickly swiped a jar of Arabella’s make-up to hide the scratches on his face. As if she’d notice anything about him, but Buggles was a sly creature. Those beady pig eyes never missed anything he could turn to his advantage.
When Arabella came home, she checked on the movie room, and not seeing Sinclair there, she assumed he’d gone to bed. Happily, she went to her room, removed the half ton of makeup, and after putting her jewelry away, got into her nightgown and went to bed.
When the hall grandfather clock chimed 3:00, Sinclair snuck down the back staircase and retrieved his stash from its hiding place. Now, to make the ten-minute walk to the river that bordered his land. So far, so good. He walked as fast as his short legs could carry him, all the while hoping he wasn’t discovered. No telling what would happen if Arabella caught him. It gave him the shivers just thinking about it. But Arabella would be ensconced under her down comforter with her earplugs and sleeping mask.
In the woods, he’d stashed a car no one knew about. Granted, it wasn’t the kind of car he usually drove, but he thought a clunker would be the last thing anyone would expect to see him in. He put the stack of clothes along with a pair of shoes and shaving kit in the trunk, and climbing up on the pillow he needed to see over the steering wheel, he took off. This time he did whistle, loud and long. He laughed at the thought that, in a few hours, there would be a grand brouhaha back at the mansion. I’d like to see the look on Arabella’s face after she’s seen Littleman.
Sinclair had gone, leaving no trace or clue to be found.
To be continued . . .
At exactly 3:42 a.m., Sinclair woke up with a plan in mind. He must send a note to his attorney, Silas P. Littleman, and set everything in motion. Ah, to paraphrase Wordsworth, “Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, but to be in bed was very heaven!” With this in mind, he went back to sleep for the next four hours. He woke up to find his papa had passed away, and he was the only thing Sinclair cared about.
After he’d buried his father three days later, he went to his room, dressed in his best suit, and told Buggles to bring the car around. He’d drive himself to town to give the messenger time to get the note to Littleman. There’d be no problem as Sinclair was his most important client.
“I don’t know how long I’ll be, Buggles, but I’ll want something to eat the moment I arrive. Expect me when you see me.” That will keep the old boy on his toes.
“Yes, sir. Very good, sir. Have a good day, Sir.”
One hour and seventeen minutes after he and Littleman shook hands in greeting, the deed was done. Arrangements had been made for him to have access to his money in a secret bank account under an assumed name. Littleman would handle all that for him. No, he had only to set everything in motion. When no one was watching, he vigorously rubbed his hands together in anticipation. Someone was in for a big surprise.
Ah, how good it is to have that settled, he thought. And Arabella will wish she’d been a better wife. Or at least, to have put on a good show. She won’t be having time to think about haute couture and such things she holds dear. She’ll be speechless. For a minute.
On his return home, everything went as normal. Arabella looked down her nose at Sinclair, Sinclair played the devoted husband, and Buggles stood by, arrogant as always. Good. Nothing had changed. Nothing ever changed.
“Arabella, my dear, would you care to join me in the movie room? You could have your pick of what to watch.”
“Sinclair, you’re as hopeless as ever. We’ve been invited for cocktails at Hal and Clarissa’s. I knew you wouldn’t want to go, so I’ve made your excuses. Go watch your movie.” What luck to not seeing his grinning toad face for a few hours!
Well, that worked out nicely. He hadn’t forgotten about the invitation. He knew she would make excuses for him, and now he had an entire evening to himself to make his plans. While they were making fun of him, he enjoyed the thought that the laugh would be on them. At least, on Arabella.
He draped his suit bag over his arm, grabbed the small suitcase, and with his shaving kit tucked under his arm, went outside, and hid it all where he could easily get it later. It took all his control not to whistle as he went.
With his usual grace, he tripped over a tree root and fell flat on his face, so, sneaking back into the house, he quickly swiped a jar of Arabella’s make-up to hide the scratches on his face. As if she’d notice anything about him, but Buggles was a sly creature. Those beady pig eyes never missed anything he could turn to his advantage.
When Arabella came home, she checked on the movie room, and not seeing Sinclair there, she assumed he’d gone to bed. Happily, she went to her room, removed the half ton of makeup, and after putting her jewelry away, got into her nightgown and went to bed.
When the hall grandfather clock chimed 3:00, Sinclair snuck down the back staircase and retrieved his stash from its hiding place. Now, to make the ten-minute walk to the river that bordered his land. So far, so good. He walked as fast as his short legs could carry him, all the while hoping he wasn’t discovered. No telling what would happen if Arabella caught him. It gave him the shivers just thinking about it. But Arabella would be ensconced under her down comforter with her earplugs and sleeping mask.
In the woods, he’d stashed a car no one knew about. Granted, it wasn’t the kind of car he usually drove, but he thought a clunker would be the last thing anyone would expect to see him in. He put the stack of clothes along with a pair of shoes and shaving kit in the trunk, and climbing up on the pillow he needed to see over the steering wheel, he took off. This time he did whistle, loud and long. He laughed at the thought that, in a few hours, there would be a grand brouhaha back at the mansion. I’d like to see the look on Arabella’s face after she’s seen Littleman.
Sinclair had gone, leaving no trace or clue to be found.
To be continued . . .
After he’d buried his father three days later, he went to his room, dressed in his best suit, and told Buggles to bring the car around. He’d drive himself to town to give the messenger time to get the note to Littleman. There’d be no problem as Sinclair was his most important client.
“I don’t know how long I’ll be, Buggles, but I’ll want something to eat the moment I arrive. Expect me when you see me.” That will keep the old boy on his toes.
“Yes, sir. Very good, sir. Have a good day, Sir.”
One hour and seventeen minutes after he and Littleman shook hands in greeting, the deed was done. Arrangements had been made for him to have access to his money in a secret bank account under an assumed name. Littleman would handle all that for him. No, he had only to set everything in motion. When no one was watching, he vigorously rubbed his hands together in anticipation. Someone was in for a big surprise.
Ah, how good it is to have that settled, he thought. And Arabella will wish she’d been a better wife. Or at least, to have put on a good show. She won’t be having time to think about haute couture and such things she holds dear. She’ll be speechless. For a minute.
On his return home, everything went as normal. Arabella looked down her nose at Sinclair, Sinclair played the devoted husband, and Buggles stood by, arrogant as always. Good. Nothing had changed. Nothing ever changed.
“Arabella, my dear, would you care to join me in the movie room? You could have your pick of what to watch.”
“Sinclair, you’re as hopeless as ever. We’ve been invited for cocktails at Hal and Clarissa’s. I knew you wouldn’t want to go, so I’ve made your excuses. Go watch your movie.” What luck to not seeing his grinning toad face for a few hours!
Well, that worked out nicely. He hadn’t forgotten about the invitation. He knew she would make excuses for him, and now he had an entire evening to himself to make his plans. While they were making fun of him, he enjoyed the thought that the laugh would be on them. At least, on Arabella.
He draped his suit bag over his arm, grabbed the small suitcase, and with his shaving kit tucked under his arm, went outside, and hid it all where he could easily get it later. It took all his control not to whistle as he went.
With his usual grace, he tripped over a tree root and fell flat on his face, so, sneaking back into the house, he quickly swiped a jar of Arabella’s make-up to hide the scratches on his face. As if she’d notice anything about him, but Buggles was a sly creature. Those beady pig eyes never missed anything he could turn to his advantage.
When Arabella came home, she checked on the movie room, and not seeing Sinclair there, she assumed he’d gone to bed. Happily, she went to her room, removed the half ton of makeup, and after putting her jewelry away, got into her nightgown and went to bed.
When the hall grandfather clock chimed 3:00, Sinclair snuck down the back staircase and retrieved his stash from its hiding place. Now, to make the ten-minute walk to the river that bordered his land. So far, so good. He walked as fast as his short legs could carry him, all the while hoping he wasn’t discovered. No telling what would happen if Arabella caught him. It gave him the shivers just thinking about it. But Arabella would be ensconced under her down comforter with her earplugs and sleeping mask.
In the woods, he’d stashed a car no one knew about. Granted, it wasn’t the kind of car he usually drove, but he thought a clunker would be the last thing anyone would expect to see him in. He put the stack of clothes along with a pair of shoes and shaving kit in the trunk, and climbing up on the pillow he needed to see over the steering wheel, he took off. This time he did whistle, loud and long. He laughed at the thought that, in a few hours, there would be a grand brouhaha back at the mansion. I’d like to see the look on Arabella’s face after she’s seen Littleman.
Sinclair had gone, leaving no trace or clue to be found.
To be continued . . .
Sinclair paraphrased this: Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, but to be young was very heaven! - The Prelude by Wordsworth
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