Sometimes, just sometimes, I can't think of anything chatty to say. This is one of those times so I'll say nothing and continue with Arthur Bayly's story, continued from the previous blog …
"Problems?" asked Arthur, feeling a knot in his stomach begin to form.
"Yes, problems," said Lord Atkinson. "You see, in New Zealand as in many other countries, if the patent office can classify any patent application under a Military Use Clause. Such a classification means that inventors are prohibited from publishing details of their devices or promoting them in any manner of their invention is classified under this clause. In other words, their devices automatically become the sole property of the government and the inventors lose any rights to their inventions."
"But they invented the device …" said Arthur, astonished.
"Absolutely!" said Lady Atkinson. "But the state has the last say - you either take the risk to get your invention patented (and lose it) or don't get a patent at all."
"And that's what our Mr Adams did, in his naivety - he applied for a patent for his free energy machine and lost it to the state," said Lord Atkinson. "Mr Adams survived an attempt on his life by an individual affiliated with the New Zealand Secret Intelligence Service (SIS) and the Central Intelligence Agency. He believed that the former Prime Minister of New Zealand, Robert Muldoon, suppressed his invention, and that the giant British electronics company, Lucas Industries, had a hand in the suppression."
"Oh, my God …" said Arthur, wondering how he'd got himself involved in such matters and where it all could lead.
"Yes, my God alright!" said Lord Atkinson. "Just not cricket, by Jove not!"
"However, the government or whoever was involved, did not reckon on the persistence of people like Mr Cathie and Mr Adams," said Lady Atkinson. "Though his invention was suppressed, under the Military Use Clause, for 20 years, Mr Adams, with help and encouragement from his friend Mr Cathie, continued to develop his motor and eventually decided that his life would be safer if he published his findings - publish and be damned, if you like! If the public knew then attempts on his life (and his wife's) would be pointless - the information would still be out there then. So, he published his findings in Nexus magazine in January 1993 and the death threats and constant surveillance stopped, much to his relief."
"My gosh!" said Arthur, enthralled by the story. Then, he quickly realised he was in a large drawing room in England, not in New Zealand, to investigate an insurance claim. "But, please excuse me, but what does this have to do with the burglary or your claim?"
"Ah, yes, good question," said Lord Atkinson. "This is where our son-in-law, John comes in."
"By this time, Arthur, Mr Cathie had written several books on flying saucers and other related things and he wanted his friend Mr Adams to write a book about his invention," said Lady Atkinson. "However, Mr Adams did not feel confident about such a project and so Mr Cathie sent our John along, in the hope that he could facilitate a book somehow … perhaps ghost-write or something."
"The problem was, however, Mr Adams' health," said Lord Atkinson. "The attempts on his life, the constant surveillance from New Zealand's SIS and his advanced years - he was over seventy by then - meant that he was becoming more frail. He did want to have his book written but didn't feel up to it at that time. He promised to keep in contact with John and the next thing John knew, Robert Adams had died."
"And so had his invention and all his writings," said Lady Atkinson dramatically. "Till they unexpectedly turned up with us."
"And so, Arthur old chap, you can probably see why you're here," said Lord Atkinson, smiling and leaning back in his chair as if everything was clear to all. "Would you like another cup of tea?"
"Uh, oh, yes … no …" said Arthur, unsure which to answer first.
"You probably mean you'd like another cup of tea and you don't have the faintest idea why you're here," suggested Lady Atkinson, ringing her little bell for the butler, who arrived immediately and poured Arthur another cup of tea to her instructions.
"Ah, thank you and, yes, Lady Atkinson," said Arthur. "I'm afraid you were rather reading my mind."
"She does that, you know," said Lord Atkinson, smiling at his wife. "It's all rather uncanny."
"Now, to cut a very long story short, Robert Adams' plans, and one of his motors, was couriered to John shortly after Mr Adam's death and John still has no idea who sent them," said Lady Atkinson. "John, in his … shall we say, interesting, philosophy, puts it down to some sort of destiny he must fulfil and so he kept them firmly hidden, under lock and key, and told no one, believing he would be given a sign of some kind when it was time for him to do something with them."
"Then he fell in love with this English girl, married her and, in the process, discovered her father was a member of the House of Lords and has a passion about the environment," said Lord Atkinson, smiling. "As soon as he met us, he felt he knew what to do with the plans."
"Oh, Gosh," said Arthur, none the wiser as to his part in all of this.
"Well, yes, he knew it was too dangerous to do anything with them in New Zealand, given the trouble Mr Adams had," said Lord Atkinson, "and when he found about my … er, our interest in stopping all this gashed pollution, and I'm in a position of some influence here, he approached me about them, eventually, wondering if there was anything I could do to get these devices, these motors, manufactured for developing countries."
"Oh gosh, I would have thought New Zealand would be safe from all kinds of interference, being so remote," said Arthur.
"Problems?" asked Arthur, feeling a knot in his stomach begin to form.
"Yes, problems," said Lord Atkinson. "You see, in New Zealand as in many other countries, if the patent office can classify any patent application under a Military Use Clause. Such a classification means that inventors are prohibited from publishing details of their devices or promoting them in any manner of their invention is classified under this clause. In other words, their devices automatically become the sole property of the government and the inventors lose any rights to their inventions."
"But they invented the device …" said Arthur, astonished.
"Absolutely!" said Lady Atkinson. "But the state has the last say - you either take the risk to get your invention patented (and lose it) or don't get a patent at all."
"And that's what our Mr Adams did, in his naivety - he applied for a patent for his free energy machine and lost it to the state," said Lord Atkinson. "Mr Adams survived an attempt on his life by an individual affiliated with the New Zealand Secret Intelligence Service (SIS) and the Central Intelligence Agency. He believed that the former Prime Minister of New Zealand, Robert Muldoon, suppressed his invention, and that the giant British electronics company, Lucas Industries, had a hand in the suppression."
"Oh, my God …" said Arthur, wondering how he'd got himself involved in such matters and where it all could lead.
"Yes, my God alright!" said Lord Atkinson. "Just not cricket, by Jove not!"
"However, the government or whoever was involved, did not reckon on the persistence of people like Mr Cathie and Mr Adams," said Lady Atkinson. "Though his invention was suppressed, under the Military Use Clause, for 20 years, Mr Adams, with help and encouragement from his friend Mr Cathie, continued to develop his motor and eventually decided that his life would be safer if he published his findings - publish and be damned, if you like! If the public knew then attempts on his life (and his wife's) would be pointless - the information would still be out there then. So, he published his findings in Nexus magazine in January 1993 and the death threats and constant surveillance stopped, much to his relief."
"My gosh!" said Arthur, enthralled by the story. Then, he quickly realised he was in a large drawing room in England, not in New Zealand, to investigate an insurance claim. "But, please excuse me, but what does this have to do with the burglary or your claim?"
"Ah, yes, good question," said Lord Atkinson. "This is where our son-in-law, John comes in."
"By this time, Arthur, Mr Cathie had written several books on flying saucers and other related things and he wanted his friend Mr Adams to write a book about his invention," said Lady Atkinson. "However, Mr Adams did not feel confident about such a project and so Mr Cathie sent our John along, in the hope that he could facilitate a book somehow … perhaps ghost-write or something."
"The problem was, however, Mr Adams' health," said Lord Atkinson. "The attempts on his life, the constant surveillance from New Zealand's SIS and his advanced years - he was over seventy by then - meant that he was becoming more frail. He did want to have his book written but didn't feel up to it at that time. He promised to keep in contact with John and the next thing John knew, Robert Adams had died."
"And so had his invention and all his writings," said Lady Atkinson dramatically. "Till they unexpectedly turned up with us."
"And so, Arthur old chap, you can probably see why you're here," said Lord Atkinson, smiling and leaning back in his chair as if everything was clear to all. "Would you like another cup of tea?"
"Uh, oh, yes … no …" said Arthur, unsure which to answer first.
"You probably mean you'd like another cup of tea and you don't have the faintest idea why you're here," suggested Lady Atkinson, ringing her little bell for the butler, who arrived immediately and poured Arthur another cup of tea to her instructions.
"Ah, thank you and, yes, Lady Atkinson," said Arthur. "I'm afraid you were rather reading my mind."
"She does that, you know," said Lord Atkinson, smiling at his wife. "It's all rather uncanny."
"Now, to cut a very long story short, Robert Adams' plans, and one of his motors, was couriered to John shortly after Mr Adam's death and John still has no idea who sent them," said Lady Atkinson. "John, in his … shall we say, interesting, philosophy, puts it down to some sort of destiny he must fulfil and so he kept them firmly hidden, under lock and key, and told no one, believing he would be given a sign of some kind when it was time for him to do something with them."
"Then he fell in love with this English girl, married her and, in the process, discovered her father was a member of the House of Lords and has a passion about the environment," said Lord Atkinson, smiling. "As soon as he met us, he felt he knew what to do with the plans."
"Oh, Gosh," said Arthur, none the wiser as to his part in all of this.
"Well, yes, he knew it was too dangerous to do anything with them in New Zealand, given the trouble Mr Adams had," said Lord Atkinson, "and when he found about my … er, our interest in stopping all this gashed pollution, and I'm in a position of some influence here, he approached me about them, eventually, wondering if there was anything I could do to get these devices, these motors, manufactured for developing countries."
"Oh gosh, I would have thought New Zealand would be safe from all kinds of interference, being so remote," said Arthur.
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