Chapter 16
A Picture Emerges
“Watch t’ coffin maker’s place. It were ’is lad, alright, what got our lads inter t’ trap—an’ t’ fella Ben kicked is there too. I’ll lay money on’t.”
Dickie nodded. Luke had set off in pursuit of the coach-wagon after first giving his friends a detailed account of what he’d seen and what he’d been told about the undertaker.
The skipper of the barge Queen Anne nodded. “I knows jus’ t’ man fer that job. If’n t’ bastard’s there, we’ll ’ave ’im.”
Bert placed mugs of tea in front of the men gathered in the Pride’s cabin. Laced with rum, it was strong and sweet, and put fire in their veins.
“We don’t want no trouble wi’ t’ locals or t’ law round these parts, mind.”
One of the other men laughed. The speaker continued.
“We ’as ter do business wi’ ’em in future—
