Mary was right pleased with the job, ‘he’d come along plenty late, so he had… Just appeared outa the fog, sudden like - but he was a gent see, fine and proper. It’ll be silver coin from this ‘un, no mistake. Silver coin… and that’ll keep the landlady’s busy tongue in her head. He was right eager too, pushin and shovin like that! It’ll be a gin supper before the rent, I’ll be needing. He was getting forceful this Toff – he’s panting like a bloody dog.  ‘What’s yer name sir?’ bold as brass, talk to him, slow him down. A handful of hair and he wrenched her head over to one side, his quivering lips wet against her ear;

‘They call me Jack’  

The glint that danced in his wild eyes was eclipsed by the glint of steel that flashed out from inside of his fine coat.