'Yer'll burn it yer dozey muffin, stay awake, why can't yer?' satisfied at his renewed efforts, she continued on her way, snatching up a candle to light the corridor as Pardigan and Quint followed behind, trying to keep up as they gazed around the darkened rooms and unlit passageways that they passed through.
After a giddy tour of passages, rooms and hallways, she eventually burst through a set of double doors, sending them crashing back against the wall then stopped in front of a small skinny man who appeared even blacker than the average citizen of Bedlam.
'Ere yer go then, Mr Tod. Yer brush boys is 'ere, so no more of yer dallying.' She reached back, grabbed a handful of Pardigan and Quint and pushed them towards the skinny man who rose up on his toes and eyed them suspiciously.
Mr T
