Rob and Jim were up and ready by seven o’clock they ate a bacon sandwich and Rob drank several cups of coffee to blow away the cobwebs from the whiskey he had consumed the evening before.
They drove to address where Jim had dropped them off and tooted the car horn.
Selene and Monique came out wearing shorts, a blouse, and some Roman sandals.’
“Wow, said Rob as he eyed Monique.’
Both girls were tanned and looked delightful.’
“Bonjour, said Rob as he got out and opened the door for the two girls.’
Bonjour; this is Monique.’
“En chante Monique,’
Right where are we going asked Jim.’
“I thought we could all go to the maritime museum and go through the maps dating back from 1588 and see how much the land has changed in that time. That will give us a greater understanding of where the wrecks might be now.
“How far away is it?’
“It’s about fifty minutes away; it’s in Greenwich.’
“Yes, I know where it is said Rob.’
Okay then, your driving.’
Rob and Jim changed seats and Rob drove away.’
“We had better find a petrol station first said Jim as the gauge is low.’
“There’s one on Euston Road.’
“Good we will need to fill her up.’
“Let me get this said Selene when Jim was about to pay for the petrol at the garage.
I will charge it to the IUS; research expenses you see.’
“I’m all for a little investigation said Rob as he gazed into his rear view mirror at Monique’s legs.’
She had him hot under the collar alright; every now and again she would flash him a smile as they drove along the road. She knew that he was looking at her and she liked it. It gave her a great sense of power over men that they found her attractive. Selene just took it all in her stride; she was beautiful but paid little attention to the staring eyes. She had other things on her mind; maybe it was naivety. Selene didn’t care about the attention of men. She could clearly get any man that she wanted without having to try that hard. She was a person who could walk into a room and turn heads.
She proved that when a gentleman nearly fell over backwards to help her in the Museum. He followed her around like a puppy dog and everything she asked him for she got.
Eric Anderson had never set eyes on such a beautiful woman in his life.
“Is there a private room where we can study the charts from the wrecks of 1588 over the coast of Ireland Mr Anderson said Selene with an air of authority.’
“I’m sure the museum will accommodate you Miss.’
“I am Selene Moreau head of research at the IUS these are my colleagues, James Bridgett, Robert Mason, and Monique Renoir.’
“I am very pleased to meet you all; if you come this way I will show you where you can view the charts that you require and will not be disturbed.’
The huge museum held many artefacts from years gone by also photographs and artist impressions of sailing ships as Eric Anderson led them to a large corridor. He stopped outside of a room then opened the door for them all. Inside there was a long oak table and some chairs to sit on.
“If you all would like to take a seat; I will bring you the charts as soon as possible.’
“Could we have an up to date one to look at as well Mr Anderson.’