"Suit yourself," said the Polish Major coldly, with his hand resting on the holster at his waist.
Just when the tension reached its peak, a deeper and more powerful engine sound came from outside the manor.
Next were shouts in English and brief sounds of confrontation.
A moment later, the living room door was pushed open and a Major in crisp British Army dress uniform with a red beret cap strode in, accompanied by two tall Gurkha Guards.
Without looking at Marcinski or the Polish Major, he went straight to Old Carson, nodding slightly: "Mr. Carson, I am Major James Macaulay of the Royal Anglian Regiment. We have received some troubling reports suggesting unauthorized military actions may be interfering with local business activities. I hope we have not disturbed you."
Marcinski was shocked and angry: "Major Macaulay! This is Poland's economic affair, it has nothing to do with you British!"
