Don't do it Sir- consult with Bertha x

getting down to our temperatures now 😁

or not wear them! 😀

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!"

who is it I wonder? glad the boys are safe

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!

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.

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.

Seems there is a problem with Firefox and blusky

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Mr Peterson frowned. "Golly, I haven't heard that name in years!" he replied. "Mother used to claim that he and I were third cousins once removed, but that's before she died, of course. I never knew whether to believe her or not. It's not as if we moved in the same circles."

I will tell her 😁