Baron JAP knew exactly what he was going to do. He knew the perfect person to help him out here. If a retired detective (with a reputation similar to that of one Holmes, Sherlock, Esq) who had years of pontification, deduction and logical over-analyzing under his belt couldn't figure out where to start hunting for RCW, JAP didn't know who could.
He strode down the driveway (Gracefully, always Gracefully) and walked across the dusty road to the Professor's house. TR and he went back a long way to the Days of their Callow Youth. They would have a pow wow. And things would get Sorted Out. He banged on the door unceremoniously and waited.
Now to return to our heroine whom we left to the tender care of the bushes and her annoying brain. Or at least I meant to return but I'm gonna be a bad author (no donut for me) and put it off till tomorrow. I'm tired and out of inspiration today (and also annoyed with men, in general, and I don't want to write the rest of this and allow it to become tinged with bitterness (which it undoubtedly will). We shall leave that for another day).
Didja see the bracket in a bracket? How cool am i?
Also, also, how about the Unlikely Rescuer, huh? Did any of you guess? Didja? Didja?