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Author: Ian Campbell
tailored to a uniform length to suit the machine sorting systems. He now knew that if his art-work was up to standard the printing of the cheques should not pose any undue problems and that by printing 'three-up' on one plate, not too long-winded a job either.
The calculations he made to work out how long the press would have to run, showed that some 3,333 print operations per $1,000,000 in $100 che ques for each color, would be necessary. With a modern web offset press running at speeds of 3,500 to 5,000 prints per hour that would not be a problem. Numbering would obviously take much longer but was nothing he couldn't manage. The major problem still remained the computer numbers on the bottom of the cheques and he now dedicated all his time to solving that particular problem.
The catalogue from Adana showed him that fonts of computer styled numbers were readily available in the correct sizes, as was the magnetic ink. If only it could be that simple, he thought; he would have to be 100 % certain that that was all that was involved and that meant having expert knowledge of the sort he couldn't get from his local library.
Until he was certain of the numbering system of the cheques, Pascoe knew he could make no further progress. Further research in his local libraries had told him nothing he didn't already know. He had to find another way...
The solution came from a totally unexpected direction by way of an advertisement in one of the local free advertising papers which are stuffed through letter boxes up and down the country, whether the occupant requires them or not. Normally, he used them for fire-lighting purposes only, but this week was different, as he'd placed a disclaimer in the paper for Terri's debts. When he checked to see if his 'ad.' was in, chance drew his eye to a notice asking for applications to attend evening classes at the local college. One of the courses on offer was computer technology, under the auspices of S. Lynx, M.Sc. If anyone would know the answer to his problem, someone with a degree in computer technology should.
He resolved to find out more about the teacher and phoned the college, introducing himself as an author researching a book, needing specific information on computer technology and while the college refused to give him any personal details of the teacher concerned, it did agree to pass on his request to the tutor. All he had to do was wait. His call was returned later the same afternoon.
"May I speak to Mr. Pascoe, please?" asked an attractive feminine voice.
"Pascoe speaking," he replied.
"My office said that I might be of help," the voice continued. Usually, when he had heard such sensuous tones before, he'd been disappointed when he met their owner. He wondered what the woman was like.
"I'd expected ..." Pascoe began.
"A man?" q ueried the voice.
"Quite ..." There wasn't much he could say." I'm sorry Miss..."
"Lynx." The voice replied.
I seem to have started off on the wrong foot, Miss Lynx. May we start again?" There was a pregnant pause.
"How can I help you Mr. Pascoe?"
"I'm an author, Miss Lynx." Pascoe introduced himself.
"Ms. not Miss, Mr. Pascoe."
“I'm sorry, Ms. Lynx. I'm an author and as the book I am currently researching, involves some computerized technology that I am unfamiliar with, I need the help of someone who understands the systems involved." Pascoe explained.
"What sort o f information do you require?" asked the woman.
"It's a little complicated to go into on the phone. Could we possibly meet over dinner ... then I could explain what I need and you could tell me whether you can help."
"You realize this is a little irregular, Mr. Pascoe. I might not even be able to help you."
"Let's just say it's a risk I'm prepared to take. Just name the time and place and I'll meet you there. That way, even if you can't help me, we can both enjoy the meal." Again, a heavy silence followed. He could almost hear her thoughts.
“All right, Mr. Pascoe, I'll take
The calculations he made to work out how long the press would have to run, showed that some 3,333 print operations per $1,000,000 in $100 che ques for each color, would be necessary. With a modern web offset press running at speeds of 3,500 to 5,000 prints per hour that would not be a problem. Numbering would obviously take much longer but was nothing he couldn't manage. The major problem still remained the computer numbers on the bottom of the cheques and he now dedicated all his time to solving that particular problem.
The catalogue from Adana showed him that fonts of computer styled numbers were readily available in the correct sizes, as was the magnetic ink. If only it could be that simple, he thought; he would have to be 100 % certain that that was all that was involved and that meant having expert knowledge of the sort he couldn't get from his local library.
Until he was certain of the numbering system of the cheques, Pascoe knew he could make no further progress. Further research in his local libraries had told him nothing he didn't already know. He had to find another way...
The solution came from a totally unexpected direction by way of an advertisement in one of the local free advertising papers which are stuffed through letter boxes up and down the country, whether the occupant requires them or not. Normally, he used them for fire-lighting purposes only, but this week was different, as he'd placed a disclaimer in the paper for Terri's debts. When he checked to see if his 'ad.' was in, chance drew his eye to a notice asking for applications to attend evening classes at the local college. One of the courses on offer was computer technology, under the auspices of S. Lynx, M.Sc. If anyone would know the answer to his problem, someone with a degree in computer technology should.
He resolved to find out more about the teacher and phoned the college, introducing himself as an author researching a book, needing specific information on computer technology and while the college refused to give him any personal details of the teacher concerned, it did agree to pass on his request to the tutor. All he had to do was wait. His call was returned later the same afternoon.
"May I speak to Mr. Pascoe, please?" asked an attractive feminine voice.
"Pascoe speaking," he replied.
"My office said that I might be of help," the voice continued. Usually, when he had heard such sensuous tones before, he'd been disappointed when he met their owner. He wondered what the woman was like.
"I'd expected ..." Pascoe began.
"A man?" q ueried the voice.
"Quite ..." There wasn't much he could say." I'm sorry Miss..."
"Lynx." The voice replied.
I seem to have started off on the wrong foot, Miss Lynx. May we start again?" There was a pregnant pause.
"How can I help you Mr. Pascoe?"
"I'm an author, Miss Lynx." Pascoe introduced himself.
"Ms. not Miss, Mr. Pascoe."
“I'm sorry, Ms. Lynx. I'm an author and as the book I am currently researching, involves some computerized technology that I am unfamiliar with, I need the help of someone who understands the systems involved." Pascoe explained.
"What sort o f information do you require?" asked the woman.
"It's a little complicated to go into on the phone. Could we possibly meet over dinner ... then I could explain what I need and you could tell me whether you can help."
"You realize this is a little irregular, Mr. Pascoe. I might not even be able to help you."
"Let's just say it's a risk I'm prepared to take. Just name the time and place and I'll meet you there. That way, even if you can't help me, we can both enjoy the meal." Again, a heavy silence followed. He could almost hear her thoughts.
“All right, Mr. Pascoe, I'll take
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