Chapter Nineteen
Barry is walking around Chelsea antique market looking slightly dazed when he notices a long black cloak on one of the stalls. He approaches it and picks it up. An assistant is quick to pounce on him “It’s genuine Victorian, Sir. They’re hard to come by these days. Could have belonged to a Prince or even Jack the Ripper, who knows?” Barry smiles “I’ll take it. Do you have a top hat and cane from the same period?” “I think we might have something like that. I’ll have a look.” says the assistant eagerly counting the profits in her head. She goes out back to a small office and rummages around in some boxes and comes out with the hat and cane, which she bags up along with the cloak. “That’ll be 666 pounds please.” Barry pays her and walks off without another word.
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