Mick Howell frowned. “So ’Ewlett is in Whitechapel? I don’t trust ’im, that’s fer certain, ’im or ’is cronies. ’E won’t give up so easily.”
“There’s ’appenins at t’ work’ouse as well. They’s moved a load o’ stuff ter t’ cellar an’ ’idden it.”
Mick nodded. “They’ve a lot t’ ’ide.” A knock on the door brought his head up. With a slight nod, he indicated the nearest of his men to position himself beside the door, then he heaved himself out of his seat.
“Door’s open! Make yersel’ known.”
The door swung open and Matthew Blake stepped inside, shutting it behind him. “T’ vicar’s been attacked. Disturbed a burglar in t’ ’ouse. I’m fetchin’ t’ doctor ter ’im.” Turning to go, he added, “An’ there’s a scurvy lookin’ cully watchin’ your door frum t’ end o’ t’ quay.”
Chapter 9
Mr Hewlett Entertai
