Chapter 33
Day of Reckoning
“T’ bastard what stitched you up ’as been posted ter one o’ t’ colonies, Mick.” Sgt Howell raised his mug of tea laced with rum. “Mr-bloody-Burlington-Smythe ’as become a serious embarrassment ter some important folks.”
He sipped appreciatively.
“Yeah, I’d like ter see ’im get up ter any o’ ’is tricks in Van Dieman’s Land. ’E won’t last long if ’e do, assumin’ ’e gets there, o’ course.”
Mick smiled. Still feeling the effects of his stabbing, and not yet fully recovered from the fever, he and his brother were celebrating the rescinding of the warrant and charges against him.
“Aye, an’ our own dear magistrate ’as retired ter look after ’is family affairs in Essex. No tears fer ’im either. ’E got off light. Not like some o’ t’ others in t’ work’ouse.”
“Al’ay
