Mr. Aspen laid out the plans for his engine out on the table, the board were always impressed on how he always stayed one step ahead.
"I knew we needed an engine, and you can't Do better than this, I say. Here, you can see its, longer, simple, and most importantly faster!"
And it was faster. The plans were for a Drummond T9. "Greyhounds" they called them. And for that very reason.
"It'll be in charge of the express trains once the war has ceased. Fast goods trains as well"
"It seems like a viable option, but are you sure about this?"
Mr. Aspen smiled
"I'd seen these engine all up and down the Southern region growing up back in Sussex. And I promise you, he'll be a promising member of my engine fleet. Besides, it wasn't easy to get these plans from Bulleid
The Directors were shocked!
"Oliver Bulleid! How the devil did you get HIM to loan you the plans?"
But before Mr. Aspen could answer, the clock chimed.
"Ah, 7:00. Time to go." He replied.
So the directors left for home, But a Mr