Date: Sun, 20 Aug 2023 14:21:30 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 147d

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Forts winked and grinned. He shuffled up onto his knees by my face and fed
his fat cockhead into my mouth. I closed my eyes, lost in the sensations of
Gethins' thick shaft buried in my arse and Forts, my Forts' cock buried in
my mouth.

Slowly, with his arms wrapped round my legs, pulling them hard against his
chest, Gethin increased the power and speed of his thrusts. I opened my
eyes, Forts and Gethin were now snogging above me, while each of their
cocks ploughed into me. It seemed so right, so perfect. They swapped back
and forth several times, taking times to stroke and suck my cock as they
did.

Did we all cum? What do you think?

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 147d –

Part 147d minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

William Jenkins – (William) 12yrs old – The boy Davy took into the
shelter at the Savoy Hotel and who was placed in the London Boy's Home. Now
a pupil at Castle Fraser School.

Jimmy Jones – (Jimmy/JJ) 11-year-old Cockney Orphan at Boys' Home.

Kenneth Jones – (Kenneth/Jones) 14yr old Orphan now staying at Downe
House.

Cornelius Lillis – (Lillis) Viscount Winterbourne – 16yrs pupil at
Castle Fraser. Head Boy. Rugby player.

Gethin Evans – (Mr G/Gethin) RAF Rank Air Marshall – One of Davy and
Forts closest and most trusted friends.

Miss Mary Duncan – (Mary/Miss Duncan) Gregor's spinster older
sister. Seamstress and now part of the staff at Downe House.


**

William Jenkins takes up the story

It was good to be back with the rest of the lads I had left behind in
London, especially JJ. As nice as the posh school was, I didn't really fit
in. I never had as much money as the other boys and my clothes were not as
nice.

I was real pleased when I was told I would be moving over to Downe House
for the summer holidays while the Castle dormitories were being painted.

The first night we were there, they had arranged a film for us all to watch
in the hall, a war film about a destroyer.

Something happened, I am not sure what, none of us did. After some news
film about an Air Marshall getting some award, Forts had started
shouting. He was there with Davy. Forts was very cross about something. He
had stormed out, followed by Davy, and then the lights went out and
everyone was screaming and shouting, we all thought it was an air raid like
back in London. Then, suddenly, the lights came back on and I saw some of
the security guards running about, but no one said what had happened, then
the film started. Most of the adults seemed a bit jumpy after the film
finished. They must have been frightened by the lights going out like we
boys were.

After the film, we were all given a mug of Horlicks made with milk and a
biscuit. I was used to this now, but the boys from London weren't. They
were all saying, "This is living". JJ couldn't take his eyes off me, he
stuffed his biscuit down his throat and then watched me with mine. I gave
him half of it, it was good to have my friend with me again. Sadly, I
couldn't bunk with him, but told him I would see him down in the washroom.

He had a brand-new towel, all the orphan boys did. They were all very proud
of them. Jimmy and I were standing doing our teeth, when we heard a cry of
"Fight, Fight, Fight!" coming from the shower room. Like everyone else, we
crowded to the door to see if we could watch. Through the steam, I could
recognise one of the orphan boys, it was Kenneth, Kenneth Jones, he's
fourteen. He was having a pushing and shoving match with several of the
posh boys. They were all naked and were calling him a 'Nancy.' Kenneth
lunged at one of them, then Kenneth's friends piled in too.

These posh boys had no idea how to fight. They all stood like they were at
a boxing match with their fists up. Us London boys didn't fight like
that. Within minutes the five posh boys were curled up on the floor as
Kenneth and his mates laid into them, fighting dirty, kicking and punching
them. I could see blood in the water, it was making funny patterns as the
showers were still running.

I was just telling someone else that one of the posh boys had accused
Kenneth of looking at his cock and that was how the fight started when
Jimmy and I were hauled out of the way by a big guy. He was naked, too. I
was about to tell him to "fuck off" when I realised it was the Head Boy,
Lillis. I felt his big cock rub against me as he pushed us behind
him. Another couple of naked prefects pushed past us too and together they
broke up the fight. Kenneth was blind with anger and took a swing at Lillis
as he grabbed him. Luckily, he missed.

Lillis was much stronger. He grabbed Kenneth from behind and held him with
his arms flat against his body telling him to calm down. Then Mr Evans, the
Master, arrived with a boy called Colin. He must have gone and got him. Mr
Evans started shouting and most of the boys scarpered. Jimmy and I went to
the bench to get our clothes and get dressed.

Kenneth was still struggling as he was held from behind by Lillis, both of
them was naked. Kenneth was getting hard. His four-inch cock stuck out in
front of him above his plum sized balls. He was very grown up, well,
compared to me. He even had some hair above his cock. Mr Evans told Lillis
to let him go. Kenneth immediately covered his cock with his hands. He was
so cross he was crying, his face bright red. When Lillis moved, I could see
he was hard too. His cock was huge, at least six inches and thick and
sticking straight up. He was also very hairy and had big balls, his cock
must have been sticking into Kenneth's arse. I tried to look at it without
being caught.

Mr Evans lined the three posh boys up against one wall and Kenneth and his
friends against the other. All of them stood naked, with their hands
covering their cocks and balls. Most of the posh boys seemed to be bleeding
from their noses and one had a reddening black eye. Lillis and the other
prefects had wrapped towels round their waists, but you could still see
their cock bulges sticking out in front of them. I moved so I could see
better.

Jimmy and I were taking our time getting dressed, really dragging it out,
so we could watch what was happening. Mr Evans spotted us and told us to
hurry up.

I heard him getting cross with the boys who had been fighting, finally
shouting at the posh boys, asking them what the fight was all about. One of
them pointed at Kenneth and said, "He was looking at our cocks!" Kenneth
shouted, "I wasn't!" They all then started shouting again until Mr Evans
exploded and shouted they were all to "Shut up!"

Lillis spotted us still taking our time dressing. He came over to us and
stood watching us. He recognised me and gave me a wink as he stood with his
hands on his hips. "Hi William. Are you enjoying watching?" I looked up at
him. He knew I liked seeing cocks. He stepped forward, his groin just
inches from my face, I quickly looked at the front of his towel, I am sure
his cock throbbed and he winked again. "Both of you run along."


**

Lillis takes up the story

Mr Evans had phoned Pittodrie House to see if Professor Harding could come
and check on the boys who were injured. He was told that Harding was at the
infirmary and it would have to wait until the morning. Luckily, Miss Duncan
was still there, and she patched up the injured until they could be seen
the next morning. The rest of the boys were all sent off to bed early, with
a flea in their ears about getting on and the dire consequences of
fighting.

The two prefects and myself who had broken up the fight were still standing
with just towels round us. Mr Evans thanked us and sent us off to finish
showering and then head off to bed. Two of them decided to just head off to
bed, they would shower in the morning. I stood alone, letting the warm
water cascade over my body. Soaping my body, my cock rose thinking about
young William. I had enjoyed deliberately rubbing myself past him letting
my cock head drag across his legs, making sure I went slow enough so he
would realise exactly what I had done and so I could enjoy it too. I think
that was the start of my chubbing up, then breaking up the fight and
grabbing Kenneth Jones and feeling my growing cock slot in between his arse
cheeks, wow. I stroked my cock, the head flared as I pulled back my
foreskin. I had seen young William hanging around the showers after rugby
practice a couple of times now. I think he had even seen me and Nathan,
Oops, Mr Grand, making out.

Thinking of Nathan, my cock throbbed even more. I slipped my soapy hand
under my balls and gently massaged them, a finger stroking my taint. It
didn't seem as if Nathan and I would come to anything. I wanted it to, but
he was worried about Percy and also about losing his job, if Athol found
out about us. I stroked my cock again, forcing some precum out of my cock
lips. I suppose I could live with just having sex with him occasionally.

I turned the water back on. My balls ached, I needed to cum. I wanked my
cock some more, my mind filling with visions of William's pert, tight,
downy, peachy, dimpled, sexy, lickable arse cheeks. Fuck it, I rinsed off
the soap and grabbed my towel and wrapped it round my waist. Now what room
was he in again?


**

William Jenkins takes up the story

Frustrated, I pulled on my pyjama jacket. It was bloody ridiculous sending
us to bed early! It was alright for the other boys; they had roommates. I
was stuck in here on my own! I wasn't even tired, I dug out my battered
copy of 'Swallows and Amazons' and switched on my bedside light, then
turned off the main light and clambered on to my bed. I shuffled my feet
under the bedclothes and pulled them up to my waist then opened the book
where I had left off, placing my leather bookmark on my bedside cabinet.

It was no good. I didn't want to read. I kept thinking about Lillis, the
Head-Boy. His naked, muscled body, the thrill of his fat cock brushing past
my leg. I wonder, I pushed down the bedcovers and shuffled down my pyjama
bottoms and peered at my leg where his cock had touched. I leant closer,
maybe he leaked some of that clear stuff on me? I had seen it dripping from
his cockhead when I spotted him and Mr Grand in the showers. Now my cock
was hard as well, traitor! It seemed to be looking too. Hang on, I saw a
little crusty mark on my leg. Was that where his cock rubbed past me? I
doubled over, my body twisting, contorting, as I at first tried to sniff at
the mark. Damn, I was too far away. Maybe if I could get one leg behind my
head. I rocked unsteadily, puffing as I strained and finally got my foot
behind my neck. I probably should have totally removed my pyjama bottoms,
as they seemed to tighten round my ankles as my legs stretched. I leant
forward again and stuck out my tongue, straining to lick at the mark. If it
was him, I bet it tasted heavenly. Shit, I still couldn't reach, but I was
so close, I rocked my body again, straining against the material of my
pyjama bottoms, totally focused on my task.

"William, err, what are you doing?"

I tried to leap up, at the same time trying to unhook my pyjama tethered
foot from behind my neck. With a crash, I landed on the floor beside the
bed, my head filled with twinkling stars.

Two large, firm hands gripped my shoulders and began to lift me. "Hey are
you okay?" All I could feel was his body heat and dampness. I pulled down
my pyjama top, how had it ended up round my neck as well?

Still slightly stunned and minus my pyjama bottoms that were now gathered
round my ankles, I pulled back and glanced up straight into the face of
Lillis. Embarrassed and trying to avoid his eyes, I glanced down at his
body. Shit, he was naked apart from a bulging towel round his waist. His
muscled chest had a sparse coating of hair, it came together into a
treasure trail at his waist.

"What were you doing?" He ruffled my hair. His hands then dropping to my
pyjama clad shoulders.

I reached down and pulled up my pyjama bottoms then glanced up into his
face once more. He was grinning, his short damp hair beautifully framing
his handsome face. I ignored his question and asked one of my own. "Have
you just come out of the shower?"

He smiled, stroking his hand over his chest, "Yes, sorry, am I still a bit
damp?"

I couldn't speak, I just nodded.

Embarrassed, I pulled away from his grasp and adjusted my still hard cock;
why did it have to be hard right now? I clambered back on to the bed and
pulled the covers up to my waist.

He stood legs slightly apart smiling, "So what were you doing?"

"Reading!" I reached for my book. I held it up, "See!"

He winked, "With one foot behind you neck, your pyjama bottoms round your
ankles, and your beautiful hard cock sticking out?"

I stared hard at the open page of the book. He was right; it did sound
ridiculous. Err, did he just say I had a beautiful hard cock? My four-inch
hard shaft throbbed. If it could have spoken, I am sure it would have been
shouting, "He did, he did! Let me out, let me out!"

He sat down on the bed. "It's okay, we all do it." I glanced at his legs,
his towel was pretty short reaching to just above his knee. I swallowed as
my eyes drifted lower, he had a nice coating of hair on his thighs and
calves and perfectly shaped feet. He gave a little cough.

I returned my eyes to my book. "Do what?" It came out as a bit of a squeak,
my mouth was very dry now too.

"You know, play with ourselves. Wank, although I think the correct word is
masturbate."

"I wasn't..."

He chuckled and shuffled over the mattress and leant with his naked back
against the wall, his legs stretched out at a right angle to me. "So, you
do, do it then?" He laughed and gripped my knee through the bedding, then
made a wanking hand gesture as I looked up. "It's okay, all boys going
through puberty do... I do it a lot." He paused, "Would you like to see?"

I swallowed and nodded. Now my head was betraying me. He began to pull the
bedcovers from me. "You can do it too. We can do it together."

He twisted and lifted his hips, letting his towel fall open. His fat cock
jumped up, the head flared and glistening. "What do you think?"

He had caught me looking, no staring at it. I blushed as our eyes met. He
gripped it at the base and gave it a waggle. "Not huge, but not bad."

There I was, nodding again. Involuntarily, I licked my lips. His cock was
rock hard, a nice thick six inches, the head exposed, a delicate ruff of
skin sitting just below the glans. The shaft grew out of a thick nest of
pubic hair. He cupped his balls, two large ovals in their hairless sack and
presented them to my gaze. "Well, what do you think?"

"It's beautiful..."

He chuckled and smiled. "Come closer and you can examine it. Well, after
you get yours out, you can," he corrected himself.

I blushed, mumbling, "Mine is tiny compared to that."

"That's okay, I am older than you. We all start out the same. When you are
my age, yours will be as big." He smiled reassuringly. "So can I see
yours?"

I nodded and, lifting my bum, slid down my pyjama bottoms again. I am sure
I had my eyes shut. This really must be a dream. The bed moved, and I felt
his warm breath on my cockhead, then his fingers gripped the sides of my
shaft. "You have a lovely cock... It's bigger than mine was at your
age... I bet you are hung like a donkey when you're older... Just like
Forts and Nathan."

I blushed, my eyes totally focused on Lillis' cock and balls, which seemed
to move all by themselves.

"Can I kiss it?"

I swallowed and nodded. He smiled up at me and leant down closer to my
cockhead. His tongue gave a broad lick across the glans. I gasped as my
head exploded. Then another, more fireworks flashed before my eyes. His
grip tightened, and he took my whole cockhead into his mouth. It felt warm,
soft, so sexy. Cocks and mouths were made for each other, obviously!

He sat back, smiling, and gripped his cock once more. "Do you want to kiss
mine?"

It was with indecent haste I jumped up and crawled towards his groin. He
squeezed his shaft from the base to the head, another glistening ball of
liquid appeared at his cock lips. "Taste it... It's nice."

I swallowed and looked up at him. He took the droplet on to his finger and
placed it on his lips, his tongue flicked it away and into his
mouth. "Mmmmm, so sweet and tasty." He groaned. "Want to try some?"

I nodded and stuck my tongue out. He grinned and squeezed out another
droplet from his cock, taking it on his finger, he placed it on my
lip. "Lick it off."

His finger pushed into my mouth. He was right, it tasted delicious; man
honey sprung to mind. "Was that good?"

I nodded, my mouth following, well, more chasing his finger as he withdrew
it.

He smiled and nodded to his leaking cockhead. "Go on, try it from the
source, there is plenty more where that came from."

I leant forward. This must be a dream. I just knew I was going to wake up
any second. I reached out with my tongue; it touched his warm cockhead.

His hands went to the top of my head, he moaned, "Take a bit more, go
slowly. We have plenty of time."

Instinctively, I opened my mouth wide and slipped my lips over his large
cockhead, slowly they brushed over the flared edge before gripping round
the shaft. My tongue flicked over and over his cock lips, tasting more and
more of his sweet nectar. His cock skin felt amazing, so soft, yet so firm,
so meaty and tasty. And I haven't even gotten to that amazing sexy smell
floating up from his hairy groin and balls. Cocks and mouths were
definitely made for each other!


**

Chris McPhee takes up the story the following morning

I stopped by my apartment, James was just finishing fastening his uniform
jacket and flinging his kilt's fly plaid over his shoulder. He smiled as I
entered, "Hi Sexy. I wasn't expecting you."

"Hi darling." I gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "There's trouble at
mill." I put on my best North England accent.

"Mill?" James looked at me as if I had gone mad.

"The Boys' Home, you daft apeth." I continued the Northern theme and
accent.

James turned away dismissively, "Are you going to talk properly? I haven't
a clue what you're saying."

I grabbed my cap from my head and held it to my chest, "Beggin your pardon,
my Lord..."

James chuckled, "That's better... know your place... Or I will set the dogs
on you."

"Oh, don't be doing that, sir." I couldn't keep it going, the accent was
hurting my throat.

"James, there was a fight last night."

He looked up at me, while bending over to put his white spats on over his
boots. "Who was fighting?"

"It seems that some of the boys from the school began mocking the orphans."

"And?"

"Well, they picked on the wrong boys and got the shit kicked out of them."

James chuckled. "That will teach them."

"James, it's not funny. It is just what Forts and Davy feared might
happen... Is Davy up yet?"

James grinned, "I don't know. I didn't hear or see Gethin leaving last
night, so possibly not. I am just going along, why don't you come with me?"

*

Tobias stood as we approached. He was on duty, seated outside the door of
their apartment. He nodded and tried to smile, although he looked sad. I
was so pleased that Forts and Davy had offered for him to stay on as part
of their security detail. In spite of everything, Tobias was 'one of the
good ones'. He tapped on the door.

It was opened by Duke still nursing a bandage on his head. He smiled at us,
"Come in. One moment." Like Tobias, Duke had insisted on working on once
Harding had patched him up. Luckily, the smack to the back of his head by
the butt of Mark's pistol hadn't caused any serious damage, just stunned
him.

Albert met us at the door and lead us into the sitting room. "James and
Chris to see you."

We walked in. Forts, Davy, and Gethin were sitting at the small table
having breakfast together. Forts beamed, "Come in. Have you had breakfast?
There is plenty here."

I practically elbowed James out of the way. "Any bacon left? I could kill
for a bacon roll."

Forts grinned. "Come and sit down. Albert, can we have some more rolls,
please?"

Albert smiled. "Yes, sir, I will ask the kitchen to send some more up."

I took a seat at the table. Forts chuckled. "Good morning James."

"Good morning Forts, Davy, Gethin."

"Do you fancy anything?" Forts invited James to sit, too.

"A cup of tea and maybe some toast, if that's okay?"

Albert nodded.

Forts turned back to me. "So, to what honour do we owe seeing you this
early Chris? Apart from you smelling the cooked bacon."

I glanced at James, feeling all the faces at the breakfast table looking at
me. "There was a fight at the Boys' Home last night. A couple of the boys
are pretty messed up."

I suddenly had everyone's attention.

Forts glanced at Davy and then back at me. "What happened?"

"Some of the toffs thought they would mock the orphans and ended up with
bloody noses... Apparently it was quite funny to watch the rich kids
putting up their fists like the Marquis of Queensbury and promptly getting
a kick in the shins... then a bloody nose as they let their guards down."

Forts turned back to Davy. "Looks like we had better go and have a word
with them all later."

Davy nodded. "Gethin you can come too. I hear they were all impressed
meeting an Air Marshall in London."

Gethin smiled. "Yes, I would like to see them all again."

There was a loud knock on the door. Before Albert could get to it, it
banged open and Calvin the new footman's face appeared. His lips were
pursed in concentration, and his hands tightly gripped a silver tray, which
held a small wicker basket of fresh rolls. The basket slid to the side of
the tray as he leant awkwardly and kicked back with his foot to close the
door. Albert gasped, but didn't move. There was a look of triumph on
Calvin's face as the door banged shut, he turned towards the table and
straightened.

As soon as he laid eyes on Davy, he broke into a big, goofy grin. Forts
burst out laughing. His voice dropped, "Watch out, it's Charlie Cairoli,
with the rolls."

Davy glared at him. "Forts, shush, that's cruel... He is getting better,"
he added, mumbling, while returning Calvin's smile.

Gethin looked at Calvin, then back at Forts, whispering, "Charlie Cairoli?"

Forts was still laughing, "Yes, one of the clowns from the film
Happidrome. You know, one of the Cairoli brothers. 'Honk, Honk'," Forts
mimed a clown squeezing his nose, "Watch this! The show's not over
folks..."

"Forts stop it. You will give the poor boy a complex." Davy was getting
cross.

Albert went to help as Calvin, still beaming and nodding at Davy,
approached the table. Davy shook his head, mouthing, "Let him do it," to
Albert. Albert stepped back and, I am sure, held his breath.

Davy smiled, "Good morning, Calvin."

Calvin beamed again and seemed to hesitate as he surveyed the crowded
table, looking for a space for the basket of rolls.

I think everyone joined Albert, holding their breath as he took the basket
of rolls from the tray. I stifled a laugh as he handed the silver tray to a
bemused and confused James. James looked round at us, his mouth
open. Albert glanced skyward, shaking his head and reached for the tray,
mouthing the word, "Sorry," as he took it from James. Meanwhile, Calvin's
face had become a study in concentration as, in an attempt to make some
room, he began to use the basket of rolls to shove over the teapot.

Albert tensed and audibly gasped, Davy shook his head again. The teapot
began to lean its angle becoming more precarious as it steadfastly refused
to shove over. Subconsciously, everyone began to ease back, away from the
table, expecting the teapot to topple any second.

Albert stepped forward. He glanced at Davy, mumbling, "I'm sorry. I have
to..." He picked up the teapot. Its place was immediately filled with the
basket of rolls. Calvin stepped back once more, looking very pleased with
himself, again.

Albert gestured to Calvin with his head towards the door and handed him the
tray back. "Thank you, Calvin. That will be all."

Another great smile and the boy left, swinging the silver tray casually in
his hand.

As the door closed. Davy glared at Forts, "Don't say anything!"

Forts tried hard, very hard not to laugh, but lost it and soon all of us,
including Davy, were laughing.

Forts was spluttering, practically holding his sides. "I thought he was
being sent to Hill Croft House? God, thank goodness Dima wasn't here. He
would have had a fit."

Forts was right, Dima would have done his pieces. Davy became all serious
again, and added slightly tongue in cheek, "I don't think Marcus thought he
could inflict him on the ladies at Hill Croft House."

Gethin was grinning and looking somewhat surprised, "Err, why have you kept
him on?"

Forts pointed at Davy and chuckled. "Ask him... My darling is a softie."
Forts reached for Davy's hand and squeezed it, smiling one of his smiles.

Davy blushed and pulled a face. "It's not that, he is trying, he is just a
bit slow. One day, we will be grateful to have him."


**

Davy takes up the story

I walked with Gethin, Duke, and Andrei following just a few feet behind
us. Forts was several feet ahead of us. He had called Tobias and Darius to
his side. I knew he wanted to reassure both of them, but especially Tobias
of our trust and our desire that he stay on with us. For the last few days,
he had looked so miserable and down. Forts and I wanted the smiling and
friendly Tobias back.

The dappled light filtered by the large trees cast a myriad of shadows
around us. Gethin took my hand, "Davy, there is something else I should
tell you and Forts. Something I learnt while I was in Russia, but I wanted
to run it past you before I told Forts, in case it is wrong."

I slowed my pace, "Go on." Before I could speak, I heard myself adding,
"It's not going to hurt him, is it?"

Gethin stopped, "That's another reason why I wanted to run it past you
first, to see whether you thought I should tell him or not... It's about
his parents."

"They are who he thinks they are, aren't they?" Part of me would have been
overjoyed to hear that it had all been a tremendous mistake.

Gethin nodded, "Oh, definitely. Forts' father was Prince Pytor
Drageonivanov Romanov and his mother, the Princess Nataliya Drageonivanov
Romanov and they were both murdered by Dima's father." The fact that Gethin
should know their correct full names made me feel uneasy.

"So, what is it you want to tell me?" My voice was practically a whisper.

"Davy, Forts' father, Prince Pytor, left Russia on a mission... a secret
mission for the Tsar, as the empire imploded."

I waited, quickly glancing up the path. Forts, Darius, and Tobias, were now
well ahead of us. They appeared to be laughing, which was good to
see. "What sort of secret mission?"

"Remember Mishcon mentioned that there were deposits in a Swiss bank,
safety deposit boxes, that Forts' father had left there?"

I nodded, "Yes, but Forts has no idea what's in them... Apparently we can
only get them back with the 'Red Dragon' figure and family ring and that
won't be until after the war is ended, if they are still there, that is."

Gethin sighed. "Oh Davy, they are still there... Davy, with the exception
of the Imperial Crown Jewels, the crowns, etc... which were seized by the
Bolsheviks, those boxes contain the majority of the Imperial Tsarist
family's personal wealth. The Empress's personal jewels, items belonging to
the Tsar, gold coins, gold bars, loose jewels, you name it are all in
there. Tsar Nicholas II charged Forts' father with getting his wealth out
to safety, which he did, depositing it all in the Swiss bank."

I looked at Gethin as if he had gone mad. "In one box? That's all we were
told he had in the Swiss Bank."

"Davy, Prince Pytor was entrusted with ten large and very heavy strong
boxes, all of which were deposited in the Swiss bank. The Soviets and
Stalin hoped with Forts and any descendants out of the way, they would be
able to claim it all back. Hence the three attempts on Forts life so
far. Davy, the value of the contents of those boxes is inestimable, but
will run into many, many millions of pounds."

I felt overwhelmed. Then something struck me. "Gethin, did Dima's father
know all this? Is that why he killed them?"

"That I can't answer Davy, but it would certainly seem likely he would have
known."

"Come on, you two!" It was Forts.

I gave him a wave and Gethin and I began walking again.

"I suppose we have to tell him... To be honest, in some ways, I am more
worried about Dima finding out... that not only did his father kill Forts'
parents, but it seems in all likelihood, he was working for the Bolsheviks,
too... It will destroy him to hear that."

"Davy, we definitely don't know that to be a fact, however, it is likely."

Forts was grinning, "What are you two plotting now?" He chuckled and winked
as we approached. He reached out his hand to me and took hold of mine. He
smiled at Gethin, "Hands off, he is all mine."


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