Derek left in a terrible fretting frame of mind.
And the day didn't go very well for him at all. Mr Speedy and Mr Shadow were waiting at the offices of the Brentford Mercury.
'That's another hour's pay docked,' said Mr Speedy. 'And you're on an official warning. One more strike and you're out, as our American cousins like to say.'
'My girlfriend has gone missing!' shouted Derek. 'Don't you understand?'
Mr Speedy scratched at his little head. 'Not entirely,' he said. 'I didn't know you had a girlfriend. I thought you were just one of those sad and lonely lads who spend all their time playing computer games.'
'Well, she's not exactly my girlfriend yet,' said Derek. 'But she will be. I love her. And she's gone missing. She's vanished. It's terrible. Don't you understand?'
'Raptured, probably,' said Mr Shadow. 'We'll have to add her name to those of the blessed on the memorial.'
'Memorial?' said Derek. 'What is this?'
'It's being erected in the memorial park,' said Mr Speedy. 'Did you know that Brentford was the only town to have a memorial park without a memorial in it?'
'Yes,' said Derek. 'Actually I did.'
'Well, that's all remedied now. Mute Corp has generously donated a memorial. To those who have been Raptured in Brentford. It's very tasteful. One hundred and fifty metres high, black glass.'
'An homage to the nineteen-eighties Lateinos and Romlith building,' said Mr Shadow. 'The names of the blessed running up and down in liquid quartz lettering. And it will have constantly moving scenic lifts and a burger franchise at the base. Selling sprout burgers for vegetarians. Was your girlfriend vegetarian, by the way?'
'Aaaaaagh!' went Derek.
'Oh and there's a message for you,' said Mr Speedy. 'From your business associate Mr Leo Felix.'
Derek ended his Aaaaaagh! with a groan.
'He said, and I quote, "Tell Babylon to get his ass down to me showrooms, I an' I got de crad barges in."'
'Chop chop then,' said Mr Shadow. 'Pacey pacey. The devil makes work for idle hands. And things of that nature, generally.'
'But Kelly. But… Oh God.'
'Have you reported her missing to the police?'
'Yes but…"
'Yes but then that's all you can do. Off to work with you now.'
'I'll need some more money,' said Derek. The words just came out of his mouth. 'Quite a lot more money.'
'Would that be for the holographic Griffin?' asked Mr Speedy. 'The one that failed to appear at three p.m. yesterday?'
'Yes, that's it,' lied Derek. 'And the electric cable for the perimeter fence and the giant feral tomcat and…'
Mr Speedy took out a wad of money notes. 'Ten thousand,' he said. 'Your last. If you foul up, Derek, it will be prison for you.'
'My bitch,' sniggered Mr Shadow.
'What?' went Derek.
'CCTV,' said Mr Shadow. 'Mute Corp run all the police-station circuits. Now get on your way and make things happen.'
Derek got off on his way.
As to actually making things happen…
Well…
'What are those!' asked Derek.
'Crad barges,' said Leo.
'Houseboats,' said Derek.
'Crad barges,' said Leo.
'Houseboats,' said Derek.
'House barges?' said Leo. 'Where de travellin' crad men lived.'
'No,' said Derek. 'No.'
'Listen, Babylon,' said Leo. 'You ever seen a crad barge?'
Derek scratched at his fretful head. 'Well, no,' he said. 'Not as such.'
'An' yo know anyone who ever seen a crad barge?'
'Possibly Old Pete,' said Derek.
'Old Pete an old friend of I an' I,' said Leo. 'Old Pete tell you Babylon, dese are crad barges. Yo have a problem wid dis?'
Derek shook his fretful head. 'No,' he said. 'Stuff it. They look like crad barges to me.'
'Dere,' said Leo. 'Dat not too painful. Yo want to see the steam train?'
Derek shrugged. 'Why not?' he said. 'It can't be any worse than the crad barges.'
Leo drew Derek's attention to the low-loader parked before the showrooms. The low-loader hadn't failed to draw Derek's attention when he had entered Leo's forecourt. It was not the kind of thing you could miss, it being so huge and all.
On the low-loader was something rather big and something all covered by tarpaulins.
Leo began to tug at ropes and unfasten hawsers and unclip those springy things that nearly have your eye out every time you use them to fasten the hatchback of your car to the bumper, because you've just bought something far too big from the DIY store and it's the only way of getting it home without paying the delivery charge.
'Damn,' said Leo, dodging his dreads about. 'Damn ting nearly had I an' I's eye out.'
Leo tugged upon the tarpaulin and Derek joined him in the tugging. Tug tug tug went Leo and Derek.
Fall away and expose to the world, went the tarpaulin and.
'Oh,' went Derek. 'Oh my God!'
'Pretty damn good, eh?' said Leo.
Derek, all flappy jaw, made his head go nod nod nod.
'It's a…'
'Steam train,' said Leo.
'No,' said Derek. 'It's the…'
'Steam train,' said Leo.
'Yes but
'Listen,' said Leo. 'Dis a goddam steam train. Don't go tellin' I an' I it ain't.'
'It is,' said Derek. 'It is. But it's the Flying Scotsman.'
'Don't talk silly,' said Leo. 'Dere ain't no Flying Scotchmen. I seen a housefly. I seen a horsefly. But I tink I see'd about everythin' when I see a Scotchman fly.'
'Stop singing,' said Derek. 'That isn't funny. Where did you get this from?'
'Yo said, no questions asked.'
'The Science Museum?' said Derek. 'Or the National Railway Museum? Or…'
'It de property now of de Brentford Folk Museum,' said Leo. 'And it won't be the Flyin' Scotchman tomorrow. It be de Brentford Flyer. I an' I had me mate Cecil knock up a couple of new nameplates.'
'Doomed,' said Derek. 'I'm doomed.'
'We all doomed, Babylon,' said Leo. 'It just dat some of us more doomed than others.'
Derek didn't stay around to view any more of Leo's acquisitions. And Leo told him that he wouldn't be able to acquire the five miles of perimeter fence until the following evening, so if Derek wanted it putting up 'all around de goddam borough, yo can't fool me, Babylon', Derek was going to have to have his whistling Mute Corp employees working all through the night to get it up before Monday morning. So if Derek was leaving anyway, he'd best get on his way and make things happen.