It was too late of course, the mob of vicious little people and their offspring burst in through the heavy oak doors before either I or Watson could make a move. Lord help us! Said Watson quickly standing in front of Maria to hide her. Had they seen her already, I don't know. She was trembling in her seat with her fur coat collar pulled right up over her face.
Give us some ale guvnor! You got plenty to go round, now you don't want no trouble do you? Said one of the men with a sly and menacing scowl, or was it an attempted but failed toothless smile. I wasn't quite sure but I know that I'd had enough sparring practice for one night so I threw a bag of gold coins at him hoping he would go away. There take that. There's lots of money in it. He stared down before scooping the bag up without so much as a ta or thank you. Bloody peasant. My head screamed. But I am not my thoughts. The air became rich with the stench of a mixture of dirt, sweat and vomit as they all piled in.
Where's my granddaughter. He said harshly. I know she's here I see her come in with that big man. Maria struggled in her seat uncomfortably. There you are girl. Your all dressed up like a London tart. I ought to give you a good hiding. Now your coming with me there's plenty work to be doing for you. He barked then made a lunge for her, shoving Watson aside in the process.. I brought my cane hard down on the table. Stop now Sir. All was silent for a few moments while I pleaded the case for a woman who only an hour ago I hated.
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