check the power supply. I suspected that they were flummoxed, but obtained permission from Mr McEwan at 10:05
At 11:00 hours permission was sought and given to take up the floorboards in the vault - the engineer's equipment having detected magnetic fluctuations which might cause disruption in the power supply.
Jim, the janitor, informed me that those particular boards had not been touched since at least the nineteen thirties.
NORTHERN ALLIED BANK SYSTEM AUDIT LOG : 24-01-99
11:50:04 SHOW IT TO EILEEN
11:50:05 SHOW IT TO EILEEN
11:50:07 SHOW IT TO EILEEN
11:50:08 Memory fault - core dumped
From the personal diary of John Douglas
I can't put this in the engineer's log - I'd be a laughing stock. I'm not even sure if I believe it myself.
I received a call from the suppliers just before noon and took delivery of a briefcase which had been found under the floor. It was very old and caked in dust and cobwebs, but the engraved name on it was clear - Mr Brian M McGuinness, Branch Manager.
It was only after I'd seen the case that I looked at the audit log. Five minutes later, on the excuse of grabbing some lunch, I was on the way to the Edenholme retirement villas.
Ms Davidson was very old and frail, but her eyes were clear and bright as she told her story.
They had been engaged, back then in the winter of 1938, her and her bank manager. The bank was being renovated to take on extra staff and provide a secure vault, Brian was going to get a large pay rise, and the wedding was set for July of the next year. And then there had been a scandal.
Brian was accused of fraud. Fifteen thousand pounds had gone missing, a fortune in those days. Brian protested his innocence, and cited documents in his briefcase as evidence.
But the briefcase was never found.
Eileen broke off the engagement, and Brian committed suicide in a police cell the night before his trial.
I could only watch as tears ran down her face. I left her with the briefcase and escaped as quickly as I could, embarrassed at the sight of such naked pain.
NORTHERN ALLIED BANK SYSTEM AUDIT LOG : 24-01-99
13:02:02 THANK YOU
13:02:03 THANK YOU
13:02:04 THANK YOU
13:02:05 Memory fault - core dumped
Engineers report : 24th Jan 1999
When I got back after lunch the suppliers assured me that the system was now stable. They had traced the magnetic fluctuations to an old communications cable. They isolated the flux and shielded the cable. Power supply now registers clean.
The system came through all hardware diagnostics cleanly and we ran a full set of test runs with no faults found.
Engineers report: 25th Jan 1999
System ran error free all day
Engineers report : 21st Feb 1999
System remains stable. Nothing to report
From the Evening Express - 22/2/99
Passed away in her sleep, Ms Eileen Davidson, long standing resident of the Edenholme retirement villas. Funeral at the Causeway Cemetery, 10:30 am 24/2/99
No flowers please.
NORTHERN ALLIED BANK SYSTEM AUDIT LOG : 22-2-99
02:02:30 HELLO EILEEN
02:02:31 HELLO BRIAN
02:02:32 Memory fault - core dumped.
~-oO0Oo-~
The First Silkie
Long ago, and far to the north where the ice meets the sea and the great white bears prowl for unwary travelers, there was an island of sea-faring folk who were renowned for their prowess in fishing.
It is said that every time they took to sea their nets bulged heavy…so heavy that they had to throw back more than twice what they were able to carry. Nothing that swam in the seas was safe, for the men were so gifted that no shoal could hide from them. Across the seas of Midgard their sails blew tight in the spray, and their songs swelled with the wind as they hunted.
So big were their catches, so bountiful were their tables that their fame at last reached as far as Valhalla, to the halls of Odin himself. And even Odin, the master hunter, was in awe of the exploits that were related at his table. But the tales were so tall, seemingly so exaggerated, that the old God would not