When a subject or subjects are charged with crimes in most of the world, the process of investigation does not stop. Efforts are made to make sure that the case is as ‘beyond all reasonable doubt’ as possible.

In this tale, it might feel like there are more loose ends than people have hot dinners in a year. The period between the setting of a court date and that day finally arriving is a chance for all or as many of those loose ends as possible to be neatly tied up and presented to the defence team and then to the court with a nice red bow on top.

That often leads to the accused pleading guilty at the opening of the trial. Fox’s ‘I am the greatest and can do no wrong’ psyche will not let him do that, no matter how much evidence there is against him, he could never ever admit that he was in the wrong.

As a Barrister, he is an actor in law. The courtroom is his stage, where he performs just like a leading actor in a Shakespearean tragedy. The audience is the Jury. Even now that he is the accused, he can try to stage manage the trial to his benefit to give the greatest performance of his life with almost the whole world looking on and his mind, rooting for him to be acquitted.

The people in Britain love an underdog and his ‘team’ had played that card very hard in the lead-up to the trial. The prosecution had to remain almost silent and only talk about the facts that were in the public domain. Fox was hoping for a major leak of evidence which could cause a dismissal but everyone was keeping their lips firmly sealed.

This included Dido who was frequently pestered about her so called sexual deviancy and if she had done it for the money. Thankfully, most of the time, Trish was at her side armed with a camera and her warrant card.

The trial is where the combatants play out a carefully choreographed game. One side has a go and then the other.

At the end of the presentation of the evidence for the prosecution and then the defence, the jury will give his performance a rating with their verdict. Fox’s reputation on the courtroom stage is formidable. He will use that as a weapon against all those who testify against him. His reputation for intimidation of witnesses has, over the decades, almost reached legendary status. It would take a strong judge to reign him in.

Dido has seen him in action several times, and thanks to her studies, she had a greater insight into what lay ahead of her than most prosecution witnesses in cases where sex crimes are involved. Thanks to her criminology course, she has learned from the horse’s mouth, a.k.a Fox himself, a lot of the techniques he uses in court. He would almost boast to the class about how he broke a witness down until they were a blithering idiot, and their testimony was worthless. Dido knew from those pronouncements that he had never anticipated that one of his students would ever be the key witness in the case against him.

Dido was under no illusion that her encounter with Fox in court would be anything other than a duel to the death between Gladiators. It was one that she could not afford to lose. The prospect of him walking free in the future was something that was just not on her radar. This was an all-or-nothing event and one that she had been preparing for almost every day since she escaped from his prison.

Unlike many courts in the USA and other parts of the world, courts in the UK are not televised. One or two courts have streamed parts of the process, such as the sentencing, but this is not the norm.

The role of the court reporter is, therefore, vitally important in the dissemination of proceedings to the world. In courts like the Central Criminal Court (aka The Old Bailey) in London, there is very limited space in the public gallery for visitors, which includes reporters and artists to attend.

Moreover, the people occupying the public gallery are not allowed to have any electronic device on their person. That includes mobile phones. While this may seem archaic, it does prevent photos of the witnesses, barristers, judges and, importantly, the jury from going viral. In some parts of the world, jurors and attorneys have to have armed protection due to the threats they receive before, during and after the trial.

There was intense media interest in the case. It was billed by the less serious parts of the media as ‘Fox’s last stand’.

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The news about Fox being charged hit the national and international news outlets almost four days after his initial arrest. Because of the sensitivity of the case, the PR people were under strict orders not to say a word until the CPS were ready to charge both Foxes and then make a formal announcement to the Media.

The first news of the arrests was contained in a short press release from the CPS, which said that Professor Fox and his son had been charged with illegal possession of a weapon, ammunition and explosives at their home in Hertfordshire. It went on to say that further charges were likely in the near future. It ended by saying that an application for bail had been refused.

While this was a pretty standard tactic by the CPS, there was some speculation in the media about the nature of these other charges that were yet to be announced. The most common theory circulating in the media was that his dealings with some of his more shady clients had finally caught up with him. The CPS did not comment on that speculation, but for those who knew the truth, that speculation resulted in more than a few smiles. Any diversion like that was more than welcome as it took the pressure off the real investigations to produce results as fast as possible.

Fox’s prints were all over the Luger, which made the CPS very happy. Despite Fox’s denials through his lawyer and then claims that the police had planted his prints, they got nowhere. The fingerprints from the Luger had been processed and put in the system almost five hours before his prints had been taken and processed thanks to him changing his lawyer.

Fox’s suggestion of Fiona Markham as a lawyer soon fell flat on its face when it was discovered that she was on leave in Australia and would not be returning to the UK until late January. Fox took the news by scowling at the custody sergeant until the sergeant showed him the email from her law firm.

The CPS did not want the chance of a mistrial, so they went to court and obtained a court-appointed lawyer for Marcus Fox. He eventually relented and began to confer with the lawyer. If he fired the lawyer, then that would be his decision. All that took time so it was late afternoon before he was formally processed into custody. At that time, and despite his objections, he was fingerprinted, photographed and had a DNA sample taken.

Once his prints were processed and fed into the system, a match came up within seconds. That sort of crucial and verifiable evidence soon made him stop complaining on that matter. That was just a small victory. He complained about everything else under the sun. Marcus just sat there saying ‘No Comment’ to even questions about food and drink. He even said ‘No comment’ when asked if he wanted to take a break and use the toilet. All the custody officers could do was shake their heads and have toilet roll ready for when it became an unstoppable force.

Marcus Fox was charged with weapons offences as his fingerprints were found on the shells in the magazine. That news hardly warranted a paragraph at the bottom of page 20 of the main newspapers. Social media ignored it as he had almost zero presence on any platform and zero interest from mainstream media. Fox Senior was the catch of the century as far as some sections of the media were concerned. They delighted at the opportunity to take down someone perceived as a member of ‘The Establishment’.

The initial weapons charges gave the CPS the time they needed to put together a rock-solid case against both of the Foxes. Both of them denied knowing anything about the two girls being held prisoner in their cellar despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary. They claimed that they only rented the house from this mysterious company called Canal Investments and Security, which was registered in Panama City, Panama.

It didn’t take investigators long to unravel that. Once their bank account records had been subpoenaed and examined, there was no evidence of any rental payments to this company, nor could Fox or his lawyer or accountant come up with a rental agreement for the property. They still maintained that they were renting the house and knew nothing of what went on in the cellar. They clammed up when challenged about their fingerprints being found all over the cellar. Their arguments were not going to fly in court.

Somehow, no one ever revealed how it happened; Dido got wind of the problem over rentals and house ownership. She sent two emails to people who could help. Because the case involved child trafficking, there was no charge for their services. Three days later, a courier delivered a file to the CPS. It contained the records of incorporation of the company in Panama.

The records showed that the company had just two directors. They were Jonathan Fox and Marcus Fox. The package also contained two passenger manifests from flights to and from Miami to Panama City before and after the date the company was formed. Strangely, both of them had obtained a new passport less than a month after returning from their trip. One more plank in Fox’s defence had fallen apart.

The Panamanian Authorities confirmed that the data was real.

One by one, their excuses and lies were uncovered. It didn’t matter to Fox and son. They answered every question with either a ‘No Comment’ or ‘Lies, all lies’ and, of course, ‘We did nothing wrong’.

The explosives that the Bomb Disposal had removed from the house were traced back to a shipment of explosives between US Army Bases in Iraq in 2006. The convoy had been ambushed by insurgents; twenty soldiers had been killed or wounded before support arrived. Seventeen metric tonnes of explosives had been stolen. Very little had been recovered. To find some of it in the UK was a surprise to the governments on both sides of the Atlantic. Despite a lot of work, no information about how the explosives ended up in the UK materialised. Fox was, naturally, not saying a word.

The day came for the full raft of charges to be made public. The two suspects appeared before a judge at Woolwich Crown Court, where they pled ‘Not Guilty’ to all charges. They were sent to the adjacent Belmarsh Prison in S.E. London and were remanded in custody until their committal proceedings. Bail was refused due to the seriousness of the charges.

The press release put out by the CPS listed thirty-four charges for Jonathan Fox and twenty-six for his son Marcus. A small amount of detail was added to the charges to put them in context, but nowhere near enough to compromise the case.

John commented,
"They probably went as far as they could with the detail. Fox is infamous for challenging almost all evidence that is out there in public before the trial. Some of my former colleagues would speculate that some of those releases were down to him but no one was ever able to prove that in court."

Dido, Chrissy, Trish and John Proudfoot watched the announcement of the second tranche of charges being made by the director of the CPS on the TV at John’s home. He’d received a heads-up about the announcement coming even though it was a Saturday morning. When the list of charges was read out, there was a collective shaking of heads in many TV studios around the country. Some common words used as a reaction were ‘Blockbuster’ and ‘throwing the book at him’.

John Proudfoot knew that a lot of very senior Police Officers would be cheering at the news that Fox Senior was facing life in jail. He’d been a thorn in the side of the UK Police for more than two decades. Other officers would be wondering if they were going to get ‘their collar felt’ by AC-12. Those officers were the ones who had visited Chez Fox.

Unlike in some other countries, once the legal process of bringing those accused to court has begun and those accused remanded for trial, there is very little that the TV pundits can talk about. This rule, called ‘sub judice’ [1], regulates the publication of matters which are under consideration by the court. The court continually reminded the media that ‘reporting restrictions had not been lifted. Until evidence was presented in a court of law, they were limited in what they could broadcast, post or print about it. Those restrictions applied to UK-based publications. The foreign press could almost do as they pleased, so speculation was rife on their websites. All sorts of conspiracy theories occupied Cable TV programming for several weeks. None of the speculation was remotely close to the truth.

Social media was a hotbed of gossip, as the world has come to expect. Most of it was so far away from the truth that even Chrissy managed to laugh at the speculation about what charges were going to be laid against them next.

The previously high reputation within the legal profession for Jonathan Fox disappeared almost overnight. Most of his former colleagues simply refused to talk about him or the case. They feared for their future. They didn’t want him to try to take them down with him or get thrown under his crashing bus.

Without telling Dido, Trish or Chrissy, John had a meeting with the CPS and handed over the photos of the men who had visited the home of Fox in the two weeks before their arrest. Once the collective heads of the CPS team had stopped shaking with amazement, they formulated a plan to confront those men in the hope of getting them to provide vital evidence about the Foxes to the Police. John was accompanied by the leader of the team who had taken them and was therefore able to prove their authenticity. He had agreed to come when he discovered the true extent of what had been going in in the house as long as this meeting was it as far as he was concerned.

To a man, those men clammed up tight. All they would say was that they would soon be pushing up daisies if they told on Fox. Even the promise of police protection failed to persuade them to say anything but ‘No Comment’. Because most of them were public figures, and there was reluctance to question the two young victims in detail about those who had abused them, the suspects were allowed to resign from public life with a promise that if they as much as made a single ripple for the rest of their lives, their offences would be made public.

The steady stream of resignations from public life of prominent figures in Law, Policing, Politics, Finance and even Entertainment failed to excite even the more radical press. Dido and John put it down to the sheer number of people ‘exiting stage left’. One or two of the announcements were newsworthy. Otherwise, they went almost unnoticed apart from the governing party losing six by-elections caused by the sitting member of Parliament resigning to ‘spend more time with their children’. They lost all six seats. This wasn’t that unusual in the 12 months before a general election. Protest votes are common at that stage of a Parliament.

Behind the scenes, the Police, the Forensic Services and the CPS were working overtime to solidify the evidence that would be used in court.

Thanks to the ‘heads-up’ that AC12 had received from John Proudfoot, efforts were underway to trace the leak of all the crime scene photos and statements that had been found in the cellar.

A second and very separate investigation had been started in an attempt to identify all the others who had enjoyed the hospitality of Fox and, in particular, what went on in the cellar concerning the Operation Chesil leak. Early indications were that Marcus Fox had received the documents from another of the gang about three months after Chrissy had been attacked in the nightclub. Their investigation was ongoing.

John Proudfoot had some ideas about how this investigation should proceed but didn’t want to broadcast them over the phone or email. Instead, he arranged for a meeting with the SIO for the investigation from AC-12, Detective Chief Inspector Jacinta Mithu.

“Pleased to meet you, Chief Super,” said Jacinta when he was shown into her office.

“Not Chief Super these days. John will do perfectly.”

“Ok, John, the boss said that you had some ideas about how we can identify the guests of Fox and Son?”

“I do. If you don’t know, two of the victims of the Fox abuse are known to me. Their names do not matter at the moment, but one of them is also a victim of the gang that Operation Chesil are investigating.”

The DCI looked startled at that news.
“I didn’t know that there was a direct link like that. All I was told when I was assigned the case was that a lot of sensitive crime scene data was found at Fox’s home. Now that I have had a chance to review that evidence, I am amazed at just how much really sensitive case data has leaked. There is a lot of head scratching as to why this was done.”

“I have my theories about why that evidence was collected, but that is for another time. However, the fewer who know of the direct link, the better. Some of the crime scene photos were of the victim that I know. Because of the double whammy, the last thing we want is for her to have to testify in either case. Her PTSD is right there just below the surface, waiting to erupt.”

“That is good to know,” said the DCI.
“Back to Fox’s guests.”

“Yes,” replied John.
He was beginning to warm to the DCI. Usually, people from AC-12 were as cold as a block of ice. She seemed to be a bit different from the normal officers in that command.

“What I want to propose is this. A set of photos of possible guests is prepared. I mean, just the headshots. No uniforms or other distinguishing items of clothing. We already know that several of his guests were high-ranking Police Officers. I have worked with many of them from the list that I gave the CPS. I’m talking DCI and above right up to ACC or Deputy Chief Constable.”

“That is a lot of people.”

“It gets worse,” said John with a wry smile on his face.

“How?”

“You should add in at least two hundred MPs. Any male below the age of seventy. Then, prominent civil servants, members of the Judiciary and lastly, top bankers and city figures and given cases like Jimmy Saville and others, people from the entertainment and media world.”

The DCI stopped taking notes.
“You know what this could do to the Met if this got out?”

“It probably will get out. Identifying them is just the start of the fun and games, as I am sure that you are only too well aware. Fox is incredibly well-connected inside and out of the criminal fraternity. You only have to read between the lines at some of his more infamous defence cases. Witnesses would conveniently forget key points of evidence and the sudden appearance of a witness who gave an alibi to the accused. You name it, and Fox has used it at least once and got away with it. Are you with me so far?”

“I think so.”

“Those are not the people we are after, but it stands to reason that over the years, he has gotten his greasy, slimy hands into all sorts of other people’s business. The presence of CCTV in the cells tells me that somewhere, he has a treasure trove of evidence that will be enough to convict a lot of important people and send shockwaves through society. Then, those who are not identified can rest easy unless other detailed and verifiable information linking them with Fox comes to light. We know that he was holding children captive for more than ten years. We simply don’t know how far back he goes, and that is a sobering thought.”

John took a deep breath.
“When it gets out, we… or rather you have to be prepared to issue a statement to the effect of casting the net very wide and also eliminate the innocent. Or something like that. We both know the effect that false positives can have when witnesses are presented with a small set of photos to identify people. There is implicit pressure for the witness to identify someone from the data set. Having a large data set to work from reduces that pressure.”

“That was some speech, John,” said the DCI.

“Not a speech, but I have been on his tail for more than five years. Ever since one of his victims accidentally took his photo on the South Bank and I was able to identify him, I was on board with the quest of bringing him to justice. When I was a Chief Super, he and I crossed swords on several occasions in court. Back when this all began, I had no idea of the lengths of depravity that he would go to. Keeping control of his guests is what it is all about, in my opinion.”

John continued.
“I have been over almost all the places in the prosecution process where Fox could get crucial information thrown out. One of those places is one that he used in Crown vs Nathaniel Peterson in 2008. The witnesses were only shown six possible suspects to choose from in a photo array. Putting several hundred possible suspects into the mix would stop him or any of those identified from using that case as precedent.”

The DCI sat quietly for several minutes before commenting.

“If… and it is a big ‘if’, and to even begin, I’ll need CPS to buy into the whole thing, we would have to organise the viewing of the photos so that there could not be any hint of collusion between the victims.”

“That is top of my list of potential gotchas,” replied John.
“Perhaps I could make a few suggestions on how it is done?”

“Please go ahead. It is clear that you have given all this a good deal of thought.”

“I have, and this is what I propose,” said John as he produced a sheet of paper from his bag.

The DCI took the paper, and several times during the reading, her delicately shaped eyebrows were raised more than once.

“Using retired judges from the Scottish Courts as effective masters of ceremonies is a brilliant idea. How? How did you come up with it?”

“To my knowledge, Fox has never appeared before any judge north of Manchester. In my view, it is highly unlikely that he will have gotten his vicelike grip on them. Yes, there is a risk, but if organised properly, there is a way to make sure that there can be zero collusion between any of the victims. Plus, the Scottish Judiciary are fiercely independent and do not kowtow to London if they can get away with it.”

“Ok, say they identify a hundred people as guests of Fox. Do you have any idea of the manpower needed to investigate all of them at the same time?”

“There would be zero need to do it all at the same time,” said John.
“You choose a sample of, say, eight to ten of the most likely who would flip given half a chance. Old fart MPs nearing retirement at the next election, should not be on the list. You should also target Cabinet-level high fliers, cops and bankers. Get a few of them to flip on Fox in return for retiring from public life or, in MP speak, ‘spend more time with the family’ for 20 years or face the music, what would you do?”

“I’d want to protect my family.”

“I guarantee that Fox does not have his guests there on their own. I know that from speaking to his victims. One of them would testify that she would service two or three different men in one night. Why else do you think that he had two captives towards the end? I guess that with three cells in the cellar, he could have upped the stakes even higher. More and more influential people would be in his control. Then… at the right time, he would start to turn the screw and relieve them of a significant part of their often ill-gotten gains. Not all, but enough to make it hurt.”

“This witness… Are you sure that she would testify against Fox?”

John grinned.
“Sure? One million per cent sure. She would not be fazed by being in the witness box with him grilling her.”

The DCI shook her head.
“I’ve seen more victims that I’d like to remember to do just that when confronted by the man who tortured them…”

John grinned again.
“Dido is not your normal victim. She is currently a criminology student at the university where Fox used to teach and has been in the same room as him many times. She is ready and willing to tell the jury what he did to her in all the gory details. Watch her video statements. I’m sure that they will dispel any lingering doubts that you might have.”

The DCI remained silent, so John said,
“If Fox does not do a deal, I can more or less guarantee that he will get a life sentence for what he did to Dido alone. It is your job to snare all of Fox’s guests. Getting them has to be ‘in the public interest’. I don’t want to hear about any cases being dropped for that, understand? Those guests are paedophiles, willingly or not.”

“That is a tall ask.”

“It is. Are you up to it?”

“Now that I know what he did to those children, or soon will do once I watch the statements; I want to get any serving or past Police Officer to answer for their crimes.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear.”

John reached into his bag and pulled out a USB stick.

“To save time and possibly having the run around from the CPS, here are Dido’s statements. They were recorded without the aid of notes and are unedited. It is just her talking about Fox. The seventh video is where she describes the physical characteristics of two of the guests who are still serving officers. I know who she is talking about, and so should you once you have seen it. I’d start with those two. Think about a house of cards. Take out the critical cards, and the whole thing will come crashing down.”

Before handing the USB stick over, John added,
“Dido, to the best of my knowledge, has not seen any images of those officers. I’d try to get them to turn before the mug shot viewing.”

“Thank you, John. The boss said that you were not an officer to be taken lightly. I can now see why he rates you.”

John left the HQ of AC-12 feeling unclean. This was not a new occurrence for him. He’d felt that way every time he had dealings with the cops whose job it was to arrest bad cops.

He’d done all he could for the time being. If nothing happened, then he’d activate ‘Plan B’, which would burn a lot of the remaining bridges he had with the force.

It was almost Easter before the team at AC-12 was ready to begin the process of identifying those who both had been and who had not been visitors to the house near Royston. So far, none of the suspects that had been identified were singing, so they turned to the photo array system that John had suggested.

Dido and Chrissy would be up first. The other two victims, child ‘A’ and child ‘B’, would be next but in small stages given their far more recent experiences. Specialists would be on hand for them to discuss things with should it become too emotional. Their parents would be able to observe the operation but not see any of the photos being used for identification purposes. Overseeing this were a retired Procurator Fiscal of Glasgow and a retired Appeal Court Judge from Edinburgh.

The event took place on the weekend before Easter at a stately home not far from Berwick-upon-Tweed. This was considered a neutral venue and well away from London and the media.

Dido and Chrissy spent six hours on Saturday reviewing the photos. They went through them twice and only identified those who had been present at the house on the second pass. They had no communication with each other during the process.

Dido’s first words were,
“Fuck that for a game of soldiers. I don’t ever want to do something like that again.”

John Proudfoot was on hand to give her a comforting hug. He’d witnessed the reaction of both Dido and Chrissy by CCTV to the viewing but had not seen any of the photos. He knew that there were several similarities in their positive reactions. That made him happy but frustrated by not knowing who the people identified were. That was all part of making the process work in as neutral a manner as possible.

Chrissy was silent. That was not unusual for her. After an hour or so, she said quietly,
“That was horrible, but I stuck at it. The thought that they would be identified and shamed was what kept me going. I’m glad that I did it. I feel less unclean now.”

Then she gave John a long hug.
“Thank you, John. I don’t feel so alone now.”

The next day, the two most recent victims went through the same process. This time, they had trained specialists sitting with them just in case they suffered a PTSD attack during the operation. Like John, those specialists could not see the images on the screen.

At the end of it, both of these children were visibly shaken by the event. It had been an ordeal, but the support that had been put in place went a long way towards placating their parents and guardians.

All those present confirmed that it was done as planned. All the viewings had been recorded on CCTV. The record included the number of the photo being viewed at the time was added to the screen by some nifty electronics.

DCI Mithu came to John, Dido, Chrissy, and now Trish at the end of the process and said,
“Well, John, your idea worked. We now have 47 identifiable subjects, including twelve former or currently serving police officers.”

John looked pleased. He handed the DCI a sheet of paper.
“These are the names that I suspect are on the list of those identified.”

The DCI looked at the list and nodded her head.
“They are.”

John looked relieved.
“I will, as before, keep those names to myself. We will leave it to you to investigate, am I right, ladies?”

“Too right,” said Dido.
“I’d be tempted to cut their dicks off right there and then.”

Chrissy was more circumspect with her thoughts.

“What’s wrong, Chrissy?”

“What if one of those I identified is also part of the gang that Operation Chesil are going after?”

DCI Mithu nodded her head.

“That is a good point. That is why we are going after the older ones first. We have some leads on those involved with the Chesil gang, but I can’t say any more at the time being.”

Then she said,
“I must go and brief the other group. Those two girls deserve a medal for what they just did.”

Then she was gone.

Later that evening, Dido, Chrissy and Trish went for a walk along the coast to the ruins of Dunstanburgh Castle.

“I used to come up here with my family,” said Trish.

“This is not Whitley Bay,” joked Dido.

“That’s why it is such a nice place. So peaceful.”

She was right. All that was disturbing the silence were the sounds of the birds and the sea against the rocks.

“Will the DCI actually do something? You know, with those that get picked out?” asked Chrissy.
“Or is she all mouth and no trousers?”

“If I know John, he will make sure that she does,” said Trish.
“He is keeping those names close to his chest, and for good reason.”

“Why is that? I’d be putting those names on Facebook and Twitter right now.”

“The DCI’s team need the opportunity to turn those identified so that they can be a witness against Fox,” said Trish.

Dido shook her head.

“What’s wrong, Dido?” asked Chrissy.

“We have to be kept out of the loop until the trial. We shouldn’t know so that we can’t accidentally reveal any of the names. What we don’t know we can’t tell on when giving evidence. That’s a basic rule. We learned that last year. It stinks, but it is right. I want to know the names of those who abused me just like you, Chrissy. Be patient, and we will find them out at the right time. I’m just glad that this is all over.”

“There is more, isn’t there?” asked Trish.

“Yes. If Fox asks me who are the people who allegedly abused me when I’m on the stand, I can honestly say that I don’t know their names, and there is little he can do about it. He can’t accuse me of lying. Well, he can, but it will get him nowhere fast. This whole process was designed to be as impartial and transparent as possible. There were a lot of photos of people I recognised from the media who would not like it if their names came out in court if they had nothing to do with Fox. The vast majority of them were never present at Chez Fox when I was there.”

“Same here. He seemed to be interested in cops and lawyers and bankers,” remarked Chrissy.

“That I can agree on, and we didn’t have to mention even one by name, did we?”

Chrissy managed a small laugh.

Just then, a gust of wind came in from the cold North Sea.

“It is time to head back before we get dumped on,” said Trish, pointing at a large black cloud coming towards them from the direction of Lindisfarne.

Neither Chrissy nor Dido objected.

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