Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1447

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The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 1447
by Angharad

Copyright © 2011 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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“Good afternoon, Lady Cameron, I trust you are well despite your recent experiences?”

“I’ll live, which is more than one or two other people will.”

“They chose to join the wrong side and to play with guns–it is a dangerous practice.” I hoped he wasn’t going to throw platitudes at me all afternoon, if he was, I’d probably confess to anything from Jack the Ripper to the Kennedy Assassinations just to avoid it.

“How can I help you, Chief Inspector?” Politeness meant I kept it civil even though part of me wanted to ask him to leave and never darken my doorstep again.

“We are still looking for the memory device, which is missing.”

“Yes, I was told that yesterday.”

“Old news,” he sighed, “I am so sorry, but it is important we find it.”

“In case it fell into the wrong hands you mean?”

“Quite so, in fact in the wrong hands, it could be catastrophic.”

“Like terrorists?”

“Exactly so–with so many people in London next year, the casualties could be great.”

“In which case, I hope you find it.”

“Yes, I do too. Do you mind if we ask you some more questions, and your husband also?”

“I’ve got better things to do, but I suppose you’re only doing your job.”

“You are too kind.”

“Tea?”

“That would be much appreciated.”

I sat him in the sitting room and went to make the tea. I called down the garden to Simon that the Inspector would want to see him and he went down to the sitting room to see him, get it over with, I suppose.

I made the tea and took it through, they paused while I gave them each a mug and a plate of biscuits, then I went back to the kitchen to get mine. The girls seemed very quiet, so I looked in the dining room and Trish and Livvie were both looking at something on her laptop. They were watching something very impressive because they oohed and ahed every so often.

I walked across to see what it was–it was impressive, a three dimensional plan of a building, which Trish was moving round to see different aspects and elevations. “Thinking of becoming an architect are you, Trish?”

“Hi, Mummy, ’s good innit?”

“Yes, where did you get it?”

“It was on the top of your bag.”

“What was?”

“The memory stick.”

“What memory stick?”

“This one,” she pointed to said device plugged into a USB port on the side of her machine.

My stomach flipped over, “What else does it have on it?”

She showed me masses of data, about different buildings including the velodrome and schedules, code words and so on. I told her to disconnect it and to erase any which she had on the computer from the flash drive.

She protested but I told her it was important that she should do as I said because the police were in the house and looking for this very thing. She cooperated after that and finally detached the device and handed it to me.

“Come with me, young lady.” I marched her to the sitting room and knocked and entered. I held up the device and said, “I think this is what you’re seeking.” His jaw dropped, “I found her examining it on her laptop–Trish, please explain to the Inspector how you came to find it and loaded it on to your computer.”

“I’m not going to jail, am I?” she said holding tightly on to my hand.

“No, young lady, not if you tell me the truth.”

“It was tucked just inside Mummy’s bag, which she left by the door of her study. I hadn’t seen her use that sort before–it was sixteen gigabytes–an’ I just wanted to see what was on it–honest–I didn’t mean to do anything wrong.”

“Has anyone else seen it?” he asked.

“Only Mummy and Livvie.”

“This is password protected–how did you get into it?” He looked at me as if I was guilty not only of stealing it but in trying to palm my guilt off on to my daughter. He didn’t know Trish.

She explained it was very easy to break the code–she has a program for it which she downloaded over the net–now my jaw dropped. She had to modify it a bit, but she got into it and was watching it when I happened on the two of them.

“You mean to tell me, you decoded the password?”

“Yes and set a better one,” Trish beamed at him.

“Is this possible?” he looked at me in bewilderment.

“She has an IQ of one hundred and sixty.”

“But she is so young.”

“Tell me about it,” I offered back to him.

“I’m seven,” Trish snapped at him, "I’m not just a dumb kid, you know.” I nodded in agreement.

“What is the new password?” asked the Inspector.

“The first ten Fibonacci numbers–only in reversed order.”

“What are these Fibonacci numbers?”

“They were invented in India, so you should know, Mr Inspector.”

“Lots of things were invented in India, including curried elephant, but I know nothing about it.”

“Curried elephant–yuck–you’d need a big pot for that, wouldn’t you, Mummy?”

“Don’t worry, darling, I won’t be adding it to the menu any time soon.”

“Good, I’m rather glad–yuck–sounds horrid.”

“The Fib–whatever numbers–you were telling me.”

“Oh those, everyone knows about a Fibonacci sequence, don’t they, Mummy?”

Simon snorted.

“Tell the nice policeman, Daddy.”

Simon looked at me, sighed and began to explain how the sequence formed, each number being the sum of the previous two and so on.”

I gave Trish a piece of paper and she began to write a sequence down–quicker than I would. She explained as she went along and then showed how she’d created her codeword writing it down for the copper. He shook his head, “And she is seven?” I nodded and rolled my eyes in a tell me about it expression. “She is precociously precocious.”

“Something like that.”

“How did you get the memory device, Lady Cameron?”

“I don’t know, in fact, until a few minutes ago I assumed it was lost or in somebody else’s hands, I was quite shocked when I saw the girls playing with the program, which I’ve made her remove from our computer.”

“I am afraid I will have to seize the computer.”

“No,” said Trish.

“I am sorry, young lady, but I have to.”

“No, you can’t.”

“But I can and will.”

“No–if you do–I won’t tell you the other part of the code.”

“What code?” Inspector Singh demanded.

“To open the memory drive.”

“There is more code?”

“Yeah, anyone could work out the Fibonacci sequence–even Mummy.”

“Thank you, darling, last week you told me all I could open was a tin of soup.”

“You annoyed me then.”

“So sorry, I’m sure.”

“What is this other code?”

“If you take my laptop, I won’t tell you.” Trish was bargaining with the police, not that there was anything to stop him taking her computer once she’d spilled the beans.

“If you tell me, and show me your computer has no parts of these plans on it, then I won’t take it, but I might have one of my men come and see it to make sure it’s okay.”

“He’d better not take it either.”

“I promise he won’t.”

She took him to her computer and he poked and prodded but it was obvious he didn’t know very much about them. He made a call on his mobile and we sat and waited while some technician arrived.

“What is the rest of the code word?”

“I thought your clever dick man was going to find it?”

“Trish, please you are wasting police time and he can arrest you for that,” I said curtly to her.

“It’s easy, take a progressive letter from each of the planets in the solar system, including the sun and moon.”

“That won’t work, sweetheart, the moon and Mars only have four letters.”

“You count them back and fore, M-A-R-S-S-R-A-M,” she spelt out how it would work, and she was seven–bloody hell–did I feel inadequate? The Inspector wrote it all down under her direction. He looked stunned when he’d finished.

As we finished another cup of tea, the technician arrived, accepted a cuppa, set up his computer and checked the flash drive–he was glad he was given the password sequence. “Jesus–who dreamt that up?”

“I did, easy innit?” smiled Trish.

“You’re ’avin’ me on?”

“We are not, Mr Cadbury, she appears to have a very mature brain inside that petite body,” confirmed the Inspector.

Next, Cadbury examined Trish’s computer which had its own password, she challenged him to find it. He conceded defeat, saying he’d never have got past the one on the flash drive if she hadn’t told him. She beamed and said, “It’s easy, it’s–trishs-computer.”

“I put that on,” I gasped.

“See, told you it was easy,” she said matter of fact.

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