Liz Stevens
@lizziekillin.bsky.social
Swimmer, Cyclist, Crafter, Golfer, Curler, Drama Techie, Kayaker, lover of outdoors and avid reader.
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Tuesday November 28, 1854.
Mr Peterson, Sir John's third cousin once removed, looked astonished to hear my revelations.
"So he murdered his wife?" he gasped.
"I believe so."
"And he can't be brought to book?"
"My close contacts in the Metropolitan Police say not."
"Oh. Oh, my..."
Mr Peterson, Sir John's third cousin once removed, looked astonished to hear my revelations.
"So he murdered his wife?" he gasped.
"I believe so."
"And he can't be brought to book?"
"My close contacts in the Metropolitan Police say not."
"Oh. Oh, my..."
November 28, 2025 at 8:03 AM
Tuesday November 28, 1854.
Mr Peterson, Sir John's third cousin once removed, looked astonished to hear my revelations.
"So he murdered his wife?" he gasped.
"I believe so."
"And he can't be brought to book?"
"My close contacts in the Metropolitan Police say not."
"Oh. Oh, my..."
Mr Peterson, Sir John's third cousin once removed, looked astonished to hear my revelations.
"So he murdered his wife?" he gasped.
"I believe so."
"And he can't be brought to book?"
"My close contacts in the Metropolitan Police say not."
"Oh. Oh, my..."
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3/3
After revealing it was her own husband who was the culprit, Mr Bruff became thorny.
"All this on the say-so of criminals?"
"On the say-so of the same criminals you have relied on in the past," I countered. "I cannot prove it, but I know it for a fact."
"Then what are we to do?"
After revealing it was her own husband who was the culprit, Mr Bruff became thorny.
"All this on the say-so of criminals?"
"On the say-so of the same criminals you have relied on in the past," I countered. "I cannot prove it, but I know it for a fact."
"Then what are we to do?"
November 27, 2025 at 7:56 AM
3/3
After revealing it was her own husband who was the culprit, Mr Bruff became thorny.
"All this on the say-so of criminals?"
"On the say-so of the same criminals you have relied on in the past," I countered. "I cannot prove it, but I know it for a fact."
"Then what are we to do?"
After revealing it was her own husband who was the culprit, Mr Bruff became thorny.
"All this on the say-so of criminals?"
"On the say-so of the same criminals you have relied on in the past," I countered. "I cannot prove it, but I know it for a fact."
"Then what are we to do?"
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2/3
"Who do you represent, sir?" I asked. "The late Lady Geeson or her husband?"
Mr Bruff's brow furrowed. "Adelaide Geeson, of course. Her parents were clients of mine before they passed."
"Then you would want to know who it was who struck her down? Who eventually murdered her?"
"Who do you represent, sir?" I asked. "The late Lady Geeson or her husband?"
Mr Bruff's brow furrowed. "Adelaide Geeson, of course. Her parents were clients of mine before they passed."
"Then you would want to know who it was who struck her down? Who eventually murdered her?"
November 27, 2025 at 7:56 AM
2/3
"Who do you represent, sir?" I asked. "The late Lady Geeson or her husband?"
Mr Bruff's brow furrowed. "Adelaide Geeson, of course. Her parents were clients of mine before they passed."
"Then you would want to know who it was who struck her down? Who eventually murdered her?"
"Who do you represent, sir?" I asked. "The late Lady Geeson or her husband?"
Mr Bruff's brow furrowed. "Adelaide Geeson, of course. Her parents were clients of mine before they passed."
"Then you would want to know who it was who struck her down? Who eventually murdered her?"
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Monday November 27, 1854.
I removed my bowler hat and knocked respectfully at my employer's office door.
"Come!" came the immediate response.
"Sir," I said upon entering, "I have a pressing question to ask." Though I saw him roll his eyes, I was determined to stay the course.
1/3
I removed my bowler hat and knocked respectfully at my employer's office door.
"Come!" came the immediate response.
"Sir," I said upon entering, "I have a pressing question to ask." Though I saw him roll his eyes, I was determined to stay the course.
1/3
November 27, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Monday November 27, 1854.
I removed my bowler hat and knocked respectfully at my employer's office door.
"Come!" came the immediate response.
"Sir," I said upon entering, "I have a pressing question to ask." Though I saw him roll his eyes, I was determined to stay the course.
1/3
I removed my bowler hat and knocked respectfully at my employer's office door.
"Come!" came the immediate response.
"Sir," I said upon entering, "I have a pressing question to ask." Though I saw him roll his eyes, I was determined to stay the course.
1/3
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Sunday November 26, 1854.
The service was over.
"I have a question," I said.
"You do?" Annie looked at me expectantly.
"Is there a difference in biblical terms between killing someone yourself, or asking a friend to do it?"
When she frowned, I immediately regretted my words.
The service was over.
"I have a question," I said.
"You do?" Annie looked at me expectantly.
"Is there a difference in biblical terms between killing someone yourself, or asking a friend to do it?"
When she frowned, I immediately regretted my words.
November 26, 2025 at 8:21 AM
Sunday November 26, 1854.
The service was over.
"I have a question," I said.
"You do?" Annie looked at me expectantly.
"Is there a difference in biblical terms between killing someone yourself, or asking a friend to do it?"
When she frowned, I immediately regretted my words.
The service was over.
"I have a question," I said.
"You do?" Annie looked at me expectantly.
"Is there a difference in biblical terms between killing someone yourself, or asking a friend to do it?"
When she frowned, I immediately regretted my words.
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November 25, 2025 at 1:38 PM
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Saturday November 25, 1854.
"If you knew who attacked me, what would you do to them?"
Bertha took a sip of her sherry, readjusted the black veil to hide her face, then sat back to speculate.
"I'd bleedin' get 'em alone on a moonless night," she chortled.
Well, at least I had a last resort!
"If you knew who attacked me, what would you do to them?"
Bertha took a sip of her sherry, readjusted the black veil to hide her face, then sat back to speculate.
"I'd bleedin' get 'em alone on a moonless night," she chortled.
Well, at least I had a last resort!
November 25, 2025 at 7:55 AM
Saturday November 25, 1854.
"If you knew who attacked me, what would you do to them?"
Bertha took a sip of her sherry, readjusted the black veil to hide her face, then sat back to speculate.
"I'd bleedin' get 'em alone on a moonless night," she chortled.
Well, at least I had a last resort!
"If you knew who attacked me, what would you do to them?"
Bertha took a sip of her sherry, readjusted the black veil to hide her face, then sat back to speculate.
"I'd bleedin' get 'em alone on a moonless night," she chortled.
Well, at least I had a last resort!
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Friday November 24 1854.
"I wasn't expecting another visit." Mr Death looked surprised to see me. I steeled myself to broach what promised to be a thorny conversation.
"Good sir," I began, "you must be aware that for some time now I've suspected you of being something...*more*."
1/2
"I wasn't expecting another visit." Mr Death looked surprised to see me. I steeled myself to broach what promised to be a thorny conversation.
"Good sir," I began, "you must be aware that for some time now I've suspected you of being something...*more*."
1/2
November 24, 2025 at 8:13 AM
Friday November 24 1854.
"I wasn't expecting another visit." Mr Death looked surprised to see me. I steeled myself to broach what promised to be a thorny conversation.
"Good sir," I began, "you must be aware that for some time now I've suspected you of being something...*more*."
1/2
"I wasn't expecting another visit." Mr Death looked surprised to see me. I steeled myself to broach what promised to be a thorny conversation.
"Good sir," I began, "you must be aware that for some time now I've suspected you of being something...*more*."
1/2
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2/2
"More?" The man peered down his cadaverous nose at me.
"If I am correct in my thinking, I beg you to help me put an end to Sir John Geeson."
A moment of perfect understanding seemed to pass between us.
Then Mr Death raised his hands and smiled. "Young man, I am but a humble clerk."
"More?" The man peered down his cadaverous nose at me.
"If I am correct in my thinking, I beg you to help me put an end to Sir John Geeson."
A moment of perfect understanding seemed to pass between us.
Then Mr Death raised his hands and smiled. "Young man, I am but a humble clerk."
November 24, 2025 at 8:13 AM
2/2
"More?" The man peered down his cadaverous nose at me.
"If I am correct in my thinking, I beg you to help me put an end to Sir John Geeson."
A moment of perfect understanding seemed to pass between us.
Then Mr Death raised his hands and smiled. "Young man, I am but a humble clerk."
"More?" The man peered down his cadaverous nose at me.
"If I am correct in my thinking, I beg you to help me put an end to Sir John Geeson."
A moment of perfect understanding seemed to pass between us.
Then Mr Death raised his hands and smiled. "Young man, I am but a humble clerk."
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From the cold tub this morning. Water temperature 8°c
November 23, 2025 at 8:47 AM
From the cold tub this morning. Water temperature 8°c
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Quanked [kwangkt]
(adj.)
- Overpowered by fatigue.
- Exhausted or reduced in strength, as by labor or exertion; fatigued; sleepy.
Origin uncertain
Used in a sentence:
“After sprunting all weekend, then frooncing to get to work on time, I’m well quanked.”
(adj.)
- Overpowered by fatigue.
- Exhausted or reduced in strength, as by labor or exertion; fatigued; sleepy.
Origin uncertain
Used in a sentence:
“After sprunting all weekend, then frooncing to get to work on time, I’m well quanked.”
November 24, 2025 at 3:18 AM
Quanked [kwangkt]
(adj.)
- Overpowered by fatigue.
- Exhausted or reduced in strength, as by labor or exertion; fatigued; sleepy.
Origin uncertain
Used in a sentence:
“After sprunting all weekend, then frooncing to get to work on time, I’m well quanked.”
(adj.)
- Overpowered by fatigue.
- Exhausted or reduced in strength, as by labor or exertion; fatigued; sleepy.
Origin uncertain
Used in a sentence:
“After sprunting all weekend, then frooncing to get to work on time, I’m well quanked.”
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Thursday November 23, 1854.
"He what?" asked George.
"He outright refused to believe me," I repeated.
"And after all we've done for him!"
I might have taken solace in George's vehemence but, honestly, I feared Sir John would go free.
Mr Tibbles sensed my mood and gave my calf a butt.
"He what?" asked George.
"He outright refused to believe me," I repeated.
"And after all we've done for him!"
I might have taken solace in George's vehemence but, honestly, I feared Sir John would go free.
Mr Tibbles sensed my mood and gave my calf a butt.
November 23, 2025 at 7:55 AM
Thursday November 23, 1854.
"He what?" asked George.
"He outright refused to believe me," I repeated.
"And after all we've done for him!"
I might have taken solace in George's vehemence but, honestly, I feared Sir John would go free.
Mr Tibbles sensed my mood and gave my calf a butt.
"He what?" asked George.
"He outright refused to believe me," I repeated.
"And after all we've done for him!"
I might have taken solace in George's vehemence but, honestly, I feared Sir John would go free.
Mr Tibbles sensed my mood and gave my calf a butt.
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Wednesday November 22, 1854.
With my options dwindling by the second, I sought out the good Sergeant Gray. I can't say he was pleased to see me.
"This is the scene of a crime," he snapped, not that his singsong Welsh vowels aided his annoyance any. "You cannot be here!"
1/3
With my options dwindling by the second, I sought out the good Sergeant Gray. I can't say he was pleased to see me.
"This is the scene of a crime," he snapped, not that his singsong Welsh vowels aided his annoyance any. "You cannot be here!"
1/3
November 22, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Wednesday November 22, 1854.
With my options dwindling by the second, I sought out the good Sergeant Gray. I can't say he was pleased to see me.
"This is the scene of a crime," he snapped, not that his singsong Welsh vowels aided his annoyance any. "You cannot be here!"
1/3
With my options dwindling by the second, I sought out the good Sergeant Gray. I can't say he was pleased to see me.
"This is the scene of a crime," he snapped, not that his singsong Welsh vowels aided his annoyance any. "You cannot be here!"
1/3
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2/3
Explaining my situation would have gone considerably quicker without his constant interjections. And yet he finally took me seriously.
"How is it you know that these escaped housebreakers did not attack Lady Geeson?" he asked.
It was the question I had dreaded.
Explaining my situation would have gone considerably quicker without his constant interjections. And yet he finally took me seriously.
"How is it you know that these escaped housebreakers did not attack Lady Geeson?" he asked.
It was the question I had dreaded.
November 22, 2025 at 7:56 AM
2/3
Explaining my situation would have gone considerably quicker without his constant interjections. And yet he finally took me seriously.
"How is it you know that these escaped housebreakers did not attack Lady Geeson?" he asked.
It was the question I had dreaded.
Explaining my situation would have gone considerably quicker without his constant interjections. And yet he finally took me seriously.
"How is it you know that these escaped housebreakers did not attack Lady Geeson?" he asked.
It was the question I had dreaded.
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3/3
"I managed to track them down, sir." I replied.
"Ah! Where are they?"
"In the city of Hull...though I doubt they are there any longer."
"Hull?" Sergeant Gray's lips pursed.
There are fools in this world, and people you can easily fool, but Sergeant Gray is not among them.
"I managed to track them down, sir." I replied.
"Ah! Where are they?"
"In the city of Hull...though I doubt they are there any longer."
"Hull?" Sergeant Gray's lips pursed.
There are fools in this world, and people you can easily fool, but Sergeant Gray is not among them.
November 22, 2025 at 7:56 AM
3/3
"I managed to track them down, sir." I replied.
"Ah! Where are they?"
"In the city of Hull...though I doubt they are there any longer."
"Hull?" Sergeant Gray's lips pursed.
There are fools in this world, and people you can easily fool, but Sergeant Gray is not among them.
"I managed to track them down, sir." I replied.
"Ah! Where are they?"
"In the city of Hull...though I doubt they are there any longer."
"Hull?" Sergeant Gray's lips pursed.
There are fools in this world, and people you can easily fool, but Sergeant Gray is not among them.
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Tuesday November 21, 1854.
Over the years I have killed three people, and have sworn to myself not to do it again.
Yet Sir John Geeson killed his wife and did his best to kill me. My arm proves a constant reminder.
I could ask Bertha, I reflected...but my soul yearns for my own justice.
Over the years I have killed three people, and have sworn to myself not to do it again.
Yet Sir John Geeson killed his wife and did his best to kill me. My arm proves a constant reminder.
I could ask Bertha, I reflected...but my soul yearns for my own justice.
November 21, 2025 at 7:51 AM
Tuesday November 21, 1854.
Over the years I have killed three people, and have sworn to myself not to do it again.
Yet Sir John Geeson killed his wife and did his best to kill me. My arm proves a constant reminder.
I could ask Bertha, I reflected...but my soul yearns for my own justice.
Over the years I have killed three people, and have sworn to myself not to do it again.
Yet Sir John Geeson killed his wife and did his best to kill me. My arm proves a constant reminder.
I could ask Bertha, I reflected...but my soul yearns for my own justice.
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Monday November 20, 1854.
The office felt dark, much like my mood, for the day was overcast and grey.
"George, what are the chances the police might investigate Sir John?"
"A gent like him?" he said, not even looking up from his paper. "Next to none."
"That's what I thought too."
The office felt dark, much like my mood, for the day was overcast and grey.
"George, what are the chances the police might investigate Sir John?"
"A gent like him?" he said, not even looking up from his paper. "Next to none."
"That's what I thought too."
November 20, 2025 at 7:48 AM
Monday November 20, 1854.
The office felt dark, much like my mood, for the day was overcast and grey.
"George, what are the chances the police might investigate Sir John?"
"A gent like him?" he said, not even looking up from his paper. "Next to none."
"That's what I thought too."
The office felt dark, much like my mood, for the day was overcast and grey.
"George, what are the chances the police might investigate Sir John?"
"A gent like him?" he said, not even looking up from his paper. "Next to none."
"That's what I thought too."
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Sunday November 19, 1854.
George's wife Mary rounded on me after the service.
"How dare you keep my husband working late last Friday night!" she railed at me. "I was cooking a boiling fowl!"
"I didn't realize, miss," I stuttered.
"Do you know how often George's mother lets me cook?"
George's wife Mary rounded on me after the service.
"How dare you keep my husband working late last Friday night!" she railed at me. "I was cooking a boiling fowl!"
"I didn't realize, miss," I stuttered.
"Do you know how often George's mother lets me cook?"
November 19, 2025 at 7:54 AM
Sunday November 19, 1854.
George's wife Mary rounded on me after the service.
"How dare you keep my husband working late last Friday night!" she railed at me. "I was cooking a boiling fowl!"
"I didn't realize, miss," I stuttered.
"Do you know how often George's mother lets me cook?"
George's wife Mary rounded on me after the service.
"How dare you keep my husband working late last Friday night!" she railed at me. "I was cooking a boiling fowl!"
"I didn't realize, miss," I stuttered.
"Do you know how often George's mother lets me cook?"
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2/2
In the end even Bertha believed him.
Within hours of freeing his mates from Pentonville, they were on a train to Glasgow.
While admitting to breaking into Sir John's originally, he denied ever seeing the man's wife.
"It weren't one of us what struck 'er down, and that's h'a fact!"
In the end even Bertha believed him.
Within hours of freeing his mates from Pentonville, they were on a train to Glasgow.
While admitting to breaking into Sir John's originally, he denied ever seeing the man's wife.
"It weren't one of us what struck 'er down, and that's h'a fact!"
November 18, 2025 at 7:56 AM
2/2
In the end even Bertha believed him.
Within hours of freeing his mates from Pentonville, they were on a train to Glasgow.
While admitting to breaking into Sir John's originally, he denied ever seeing the man's wife.
"It weren't one of us what struck 'er down, and that's h'a fact!"
In the end even Bertha believed him.
Within hours of freeing his mates from Pentonville, they were on a train to Glasgow.
While admitting to breaking into Sir John's originally, he denied ever seeing the man's wife.
"It weren't one of us what struck 'er down, and that's h'a fact!"
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Saturday November 18, 1854.
The pigeon man, the only member of the gang that broke into Sir John's residence not to be caught, seemed resigned to answering our many questions.
Spending even an hour with Alex and Charley will do that, I reflected, as I watched the man squirm.
1/2
The pigeon man, the only member of the gang that broke into Sir John's residence not to be caught, seemed resigned to answering our many questions.
Spending even an hour with Alex and Charley will do that, I reflected, as I watched the man squirm.
1/2
November 18, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Saturday November 18, 1854.
The pigeon man, the only member of the gang that broke into Sir John's residence not to be caught, seemed resigned to answering our many questions.
Spending even an hour with Alex and Charley will do that, I reflected, as I watched the man squirm.
1/2
The pigeon man, the only member of the gang that broke into Sir John's residence not to be caught, seemed resigned to answering our many questions.
Spending even an hour with Alex and Charley will do that, I reflected, as I watched the man squirm.
1/2
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4/4
Charley was soon followed by Alex. Bertha, who'd never travelled by train, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Least they're blinkin' safe," she said.
"Who's that?" asked George, as Alex pulled a third man from the carriage.
I squinted. It was the man I'd seen releasing the pigeons!
Charley was soon followed by Alex. Bertha, who'd never travelled by train, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Least they're blinkin' safe," she said.
"Who's that?" asked George, as Alex pulled a third man from the carriage.
I squinted. It was the man I'd seen releasing the pigeons!
November 17, 2025 at 7:53 AM
4/4
Charley was soon followed by Alex. Bertha, who'd never travelled by train, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Least they're blinkin' safe," she said.
"Who's that?" asked George, as Alex pulled a third man from the carriage.
I squinted. It was the man I'd seen releasing the pigeons!
Charley was soon followed by Alex. Bertha, who'd never travelled by train, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Least they're blinkin' safe," she said.
"Who's that?" asked George, as Alex pulled a third man from the carriage.
I squinted. It was the man I'd seen releasing the pigeons!
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3/4
"Where the bleedin' 'ell are they?" asked Bertha. Porters and passengers alike swarmed about us in the smokey, gaslit gloom.
Then from one of the very last carriages emerged the unmistakable figure of Charley.
"Trust them to travel first class," muttered George.
"Where the bleedin' 'ell are they?" asked Bertha. Porters and passengers alike swarmed about us in the smokey, gaslit gloom.
Then from one of the very last carriages emerged the unmistakable figure of Charley.
"Trust them to travel first class," muttered George.
November 17, 2025 at 7:53 AM
3/4
"Where the bleedin' 'ell are they?" asked Bertha. Porters and passengers alike swarmed about us in the smokey, gaslit gloom.
Then from one of the very last carriages emerged the unmistakable figure of Charley.
"Trust them to travel first class," muttered George.
"Where the bleedin' 'ell are they?" asked Bertha. Porters and passengers alike swarmed about us in the smokey, gaslit gloom.
Then from one of the very last carriages emerged the unmistakable figure of Charley.
"Trust them to travel first class," muttered George.
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2/4
My employer, Mr Bruff, happened to be descending the stairs from his office as we three were taking our leave of the building.
"Mrs Guy!" he called out to Bertha, and raised his hand in a wave.
Bertha grunted and waved back, as George, pale-faced, bundled her out of the door.
My employer, Mr Bruff, happened to be descending the stairs from his office as we three were taking our leave of the building.
"Mrs Guy!" he called out to Bertha, and raised his hand in a wave.
Bertha grunted and waved back, as George, pale-faced, bundled her out of the door.
November 17, 2025 at 7:53 AM
2/4
My employer, Mr Bruff, happened to be descending the stairs from his office as we three were taking our leave of the building.
"Mrs Guy!" he called out to Bertha, and raised his hand in a wave.
Bertha grunted and waved back, as George, pale-faced, bundled her out of the door.
My employer, Mr Bruff, happened to be descending the stairs from his office as we three were taking our leave of the building.
"Mrs Guy!" he called out to Bertha, and raised his hand in a wave.
Bertha grunted and waved back, as George, pale-faced, bundled her out of the door.