Chapter Twenty-OneI grabbed thick handfuls of my skirts and sprinted for the cab, not caring what anyone thought of my behaviour. Too late, I remembered the tin’s hiding place and dropped the left side of my skirts, almost tripping myself in the process.
‘What’s that?’ someone yelled. ‘What have you got under there?’
At least one of the policemen stopped to laugh, confident they could catch me and continue to joke at my expense without bothering to break a sweat. They didn’t know me. I had chosen well-fitting, unheeled shoes for a reason, and they served me well.
I ran at the cab, catching the driver’s eye, and yelled, ‘Three crowns if you’re quick enough!’
His eyes widened and he gave a quick nod, pulling up the horse in preparation to hand me inside. Before the cab drew to a halt, I
