The mysterious theft of Captain Fawcett's world famous moustache wax

Events at Captain Fawcett’s headquarters have taken a mysterious turn. Let me elaborate.

On Wednesday afternoon I bumped into a local heavily moustachio'd poet called Jonny, and asked him whether he would be willing to try out Captain Fawcett's moustache wax. He told me that he is very choosy when it comes to his pomades and explained that the texture would have to be just right for him to consider switching brands. I assured him that he would be very impressed and gave him the Captain Fawcett's calling card.

Yesterday we agreed to meet in the evening, and that I would take along a pot of precious wax for Jonny to sample.

In the afternoon the Captain sent me an envoy whilst I was at the hairdresser. An eccentric looking, twinkly eyed man appeared, looked at me very seriously (just for a moment), and said, "please ensure your moustache wax is warm. I insist that you keep the jar in your dress trouser pocket until you make the delivery!"

Heeding the gentleman's advice, I put the pot into a secure pocket, and with that he was gone.

When I arrived home much later, the wax had disappeared! I thought back to how it could have gone missing, and remembered that someone had bumped into me earlier on the street. Could this have been more than a case of poor spacial awareness?

The Captain instructed me to hail a cab straight away and collect another pot of his moustache wax from his envoy. By now my meeting time with Jonny was fast approaching. I quickly got changed and made a dash for a cab as rain began to fall. The envoy was at the location we'd agreed as promised, and I was given the second pot of deliciously scented pomade.

I arrived at the bar for the meeting in the nick of time, and was greeted by two of Jonny's acquaintances, a lovely Welsh couple. They made their apologies and said that he would be unable to see me after all. I therefore gave them the jar, told them to keep it safe and to ensure that it was delivered to Jonny as soon as possible. They decided that the best place to store the wax would be the lady's handbag.

And now we come to the strangest part of all.

Later that night, on leaving the bar, we discovered that the handbag had been stolen, along with its precious cargo of Captain Fawcett's moustache wax! There is something strange afoot...

The Captain has asked me to relay the following message to his devotees:

"I apologise for my tardiness and somewhat taciturn communications of late. The truth is I am required at present to maintain a low profile. A recent theft of my infamous wax has convinced me that some bounder seeks the ingredients to my very secret recipe! Having spent last weekend in Brighton I am now holed up in a safe house north of the Thames.

Stocks are dwindling fast. To ensure your supply of this most sought after gentleman's requisite please visit my worldwide website, where purchase of same can be made. I remain however your most loyal and devoted servant.

Yours

Fawcett"

I'll report on further events as they happen. Watch this space...