Chapter 24
Mr Howell Is Troubled
“Mr ’Ewlett’s back.” Tommy slipped through the door, shutting it quietly behind him. “Saw ’im gettin’ orf t’ mail frum Manchester. E’s gorn ter ’is place in Whitechapel.”
Mick refrained from asking what had taken the young pickpocket to The Bull and Mouth, the terminal for the mail coaches. “Thankee, lad. Keep an eye on ’im. Same pay as before.”
“T’ word is ’is mate is down on t’ coast.” Tommy laughed. “Takin’ a seaside ’oliday.”
Interested, Mick looked up sharply. “Is ’e now. You ’ear anythin’ more on that ’ead—I wants ter know, yer ’ear. I wants a word with ’im when t’ time’s right.” He was still a little shaken by his interview with the man in the snug—someone with all the airs and even the accents of a toff, yet possibly one of the most dangerous m
