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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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"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?"

arrghhhh

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"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."

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.

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"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.

Don't do it Sir- consult with Bertha x

getting down to our temperatures now 😁

or not wear them! 😀

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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!"