I was attempting to take the gun,” Mr Locke stated, “in the hope it would prevent it from firing.”“Take it from me, Mr Locke, that don’t work,” Mr Skinner said as he lifted his iron hand.

I am no stranger to danger,” Mr Locke pointed out. “Besides, if I should die, I shall take full responsibility.

Hello, Bow Street Society, Miss Rebecca Trent, Society clerk speaking.

We’re a group created to investigate the cases the police either can’t or won’t. We’re all members of the public and we’ve all been hired by your mistress to investigate the murder of her cat,” Maxwell explained.

I hope whomever Miss Trent is sending arrives soon.” Mr Maxwell shivered and wrapped his arms about himself. “Who does she usually send to these initial client meetings?”“I really couldn’t say,” [Miss Dexter] replied, honestly. “Miss Trent sends whomever she feels would be most appropriate.

I’m not like others in my profession.” He frowned slightly and added, more to himself, “Might be why I’ve been an apprentice for the past three years.” [~ Mr Joseph Maxwell, Bow Street Society member.]