Police brief

College student Ellen Games continued looking at the clipping on Blarin's desk. She noticed several lines of a police brief:
Local authorities are at odds with Blarin Horne, a would-be-inventor. He is working on a device for his car. If another motorist cuts him off, he can, by remote control, activate their air bag.

After reading that clip, Ellen was startled when she looked back up from the desk. The falcon on the roof was now upside down peering in the window at her.

Carpet-hiking-stud

Another entry surfaced in Blarin’s failed dating service attempt. He described himself as a “real indoorsman” sometimes camping in his closet for a couple of days. He added: “I might occasionally venture out for a bit of mantel climbing.”

Blarin thought this would help

Ellen found a sympathetic note Blarin had started to his friend Hank Penelope. Hank had opened a menswear store. He complained to Blarin that only women and their little daughters were coming in. Blarin suggested he rename his store Hank’s.

On the desk of Blarin Horne

After the Tulsa episode, Ellen lost track of Blarin. She decided to head back to square one and find Blarin’s penthouse. In the building at the top of a long flight of stairs she came to a locked door. Behind her, a voice said: “Are you Mr. Horne’s new assistant?” She turned and looked. A janitor. Before she could muster an answer, he handed her a key. On the roof she spotted Blarin’s shed with a couple of pigeons and a falcon perched on top. Inside, Ellen sat at Blarin’s desk. There were sacks of article clippings, notes and a copy of Mr. Horne’s manuscript. She looked up and out the window to see the falcon peering in at her upside down.

She noticed a clipping where Blarin had taken out a classified ad about a cat. It was a black cat. The ad read: “Lost cat. Doesn’t answer to the name ‘Pepper.’” The story has it, she found out, the neighbor bellow stuck his head out the window and yelled up at Blarin. “I think I saw your cat,” he said. “I’m pretty sure it was him. He didn’t come when I called his name.”

The consort of Queens

Before Blarin left New York to fulfill his already written memoirs, he had employed the services of a young lady to serve as his personal assistant. Among her duties, she picked up his research materials and daily newspapers. While on the streets of New York tending to these tasks, Blarin insisted she go incognito. She chose to dress as a downtown bag lady and go by the name Mary Scot of Queens.

Blarin and the milk jugs

Back at the karaoke bar in Tulsa, Oxford University student Ellen Games brought up another entry in Blarin’s attempt with a dating service. A question asked if he had any hobbies. Blarin's response: “Yes, I have begun juggling milk jugs. However, I find it much easier if I drink the milk first.”

Horne picks the wrong chicken

Blarin once found himself chased away from a church picnic. He’d brought in a caterer with three choices of fried chicken – crispy, extra crispy, or crucifried.