Mornington had spent the better part of 3 hours, rummaging around in the basement of his house in clockhaven. The door of his TARDIS was wide open, which was also in the basement of his house, something which Mornington rarley done, but he was looking for something… something he knew he had…
After rummaging around in the basement for a further hour he walked out of the house and over to Brunel shouting for a messenger or Urchin. Little tubby stomped up to Mornington and nodded.
“Ello mista goatlegs… ya wan something delivered?”
Mornington held over a large hessian sack bag. Inside it was a rare example of a pre empire collapse Tyrolian wall clock, with all parts still intact…but of course horribly in disrepair and in need of that special care that only the clockwinder could give. He also included a note in the bag which read…
Please find enclosed in this bag something which you may find interesting.
As far as I know this clock is one of the few ones which still has the original cogs still in order…but it needs a lot of attention. The clock is yours.
“That should keep him busy for a while…”
He strolled back to Brunel and helped himself to a double Chivas gold, and lit up a cigar… still grinning.