Roger was looking forward to lunch with his brother. All Roger's requests for the last week had been met but Octavian was incommunicado.
Octavian was in his alcove at the Dorchester.
"Where's the lovely Georgina?"
Roger decided not to react to the smarmy tone. He wanted information from his brother there was no point in fighting.
"You were right, Eight. She is superb, the brothel is almost ready to open. I have hardly seen her."
Wicklow arrived and with much subservience, took their order.
"Grierly has been in touch another girl has been murdered a Annie Hardway. He wanted me to use my operation as a cover to find the murderer."
"Yes, he asked me before."
"You should get Georgina on it."
"Yes she can do everything!" Roger said in an exasperated tone.
"So all your needs have been met, in my absence," Octavian asked changing the subject, sometimes his brother could be so dumb.
"Your Madelaine is almost as good as Georgina."
"Good secretaries maketh the man," Octavian said sarcastically. "So why brother dear are you seeking my company. Surely it's not fraternal devotion?"
"Eight, you know I enjoy the company of my elder brother. A bright star to light my path."
Octavian laughed, "Not taking the bait Rags, you must want to talk about the other shining star."
"Am I that transparent?"
They both laughed.
"She told us how she got that scar on her stomach. Then refused to fully elucidate saying they were not her secrets. She intimated that you might know to whom the secrets belonged."
"This is a red wine conversation."
Octavian signaled the Sommelier.
"She liked you when you came up to Oxford but knew with what she was prepared to offer she was an also ran."
"Surely that wasn't a reason to leave her degree unfinished and run?"
"Rags, I despair of you, you attended Oxford and learned nothing of it. Women were not admitted. The Association for Promoting the Higher Education of Women had been successful in convincing the university to allow women to attend lecturers but irrespective of their success no formal degree was awarded. In 1920 that changed and women could be awarded a degree. Some in the University were concerned that women would flood the colleges, so in 1927 the dons created a quota, which is still in place now, limiting the female enrollment to a quarter that of the men.
"Georgina came up to Oxford in 1929, when she was eighteen. The quota was filled that year so she was admitted under the old rules, she just attended lectures."
"Christ Eight, just say she didn't give up a degree, because I was an arse."
"Frater Junior, Georgina would be a Professor by now, if you hadn't been an arse. The question you have to reconcile is would she have preferred it?"
"How could she complete a PhD without a degree?"
"All her work was Maxima cum Laude. At least three of her lecturers wanted her to wait for next years quota. They had plans to accelerate her through to a Doctorate."
Roger shook his head.
"What, you haven't worked out that she's smart?"
"Well she likes me," Roger said cheekily.
"Yes, that was her weakness. She confided in me that she thought you too immature for meaningful relationships. She would keep her powder dry in case she met you again."
"Why would she tell you that?"
"Probably because I was one of the only men who treated her as an equal even though it was patronizing, she was way smarter than me. I arranged through Father for her to join MI6. He jumped at it. She was fluent and accent less in Mandarin, Cantonese and Japanese and is a martial artist. You should see her, she moves like a dancer."
"Eight, you haven't designs on her?"
"Rags, you are a fool. I assigned her to you. She deserved a chance to learn you were a shallow, philandering, immature adolescent but surprise surprise, instead she found a man in you. A man that your family had only hoped existed."
Roger grabbed his glass and glugged a sipping wine, he didn't need his taste buds titillated he needed alcohol.
Octavian continued, ignoring his brother's faux pas, "She worked in the Asian division." Octavian laughed, "She was always trouble. They would double brief her in an attempt to get her to stop redefining the assignments as she went."
"What do you mean?"
"For example, she was ordered to assassinate... five times. She said she always sought the optimum outcome, one disappeared leaving her with the full details of his cell, two others she turned. NO one censured her she was too good."
"So she assassinated two people?" Roger said with his eyes as wide as open doors.
"No she eliminated one threat to England. She was supposed to kill the diplomat she rescued, but beat three men and escaped, wounded."
"I took her out of the field after that. Rags, she is fearless, she would have died. Plus, her brain was better utilized at home."
The meals were delivered and hunger put paid to chatter. When the plates were empty Octavian asked, "Do you know how she has set up your brothel?"
"Something about a royal charter?"
"Rags, you know full well, you don't fool me."
Roger nodded, "She discovered Gentlemen's club charters granted before 1860 could offer members services, alcohol and accommodation, which subverted local by-laws and ordinances. She learned also that the Articles of Association of a Limited company running a chartered club could be amended via the constitution. Georgina found and bought one of those companies. It was The Hogarth Club it operated from 1858 to 1861. The way she has set it up, we have the only legal brothel in London."
"Well done her, how on earth has she made prostitution legal?"
"She is amending the constitution so that the members pay for the bed. The girls are classified and paid as bed warmers. The club has no knowledge or control on what happens after the bed is warm."
Their laughter ruffled the dignified demeanor of the the establishment.
"Yuck! This tea is cold," Georgina said, vehemently.
"You've been drinking cold tea for days and haven't noticed. Welcome back." Reggie said.
"We could have been cavorting in a sylphic sapphic orgy and you would not have noticed," Lola said.
"Have you?" Georgina asked.
"It would fill a void," Lola said.
Georgina looked at Reggie, for all the sexual experiences visited upon her she was sometime more naive than even Georgina.
"Yes Reggie," Georgina said.
Reggie smile lit the room, "I have missed you Georgina."
"Just say it Darling, we are sisters in pain... Ultra dolorem."
Reggie looked at Lola, "Tell me it's none of my business... but did you enjoy your mother..." She trailed off looking very embarrassed.
Lola smiled, "Only if you tell me why you want to know."
Reggie looked like she'd been caught with her hand in the biscuit tin. She looked at Georgina who nodded subtly.