Miss! I will have it known that I seldom drink more than three when I am on the job!
Saturday October 1, 1853. Bertha was pleased to see me. "H'orange peels?" she muttered. "Sounds like bleedin' Milk-faced 'Arold. 'E's fond of a h'orange or two." "And where might I find this gent?" "'E drinks 'ere most nights." "In the Bucket of Blood?" Bertha nodded.
Friday September 30, 1853. Mr Bruff informs me Miss Kerr was unknown to him. I fear the young woman may be part of the plot. I searched the cellar where I was held but found only a number of orange peels. A clue perhaps? Tomorrow I shall pay a visit to Bertha. If anyone can help, it is she!
I am sure you will track down and seize the robbers and ensure that they will be banged to rights young man.
Clearly it was planned to the letter, miss.
I am humbled by your faith in me, kind miss!
Thursday September 29, 1853. It transpires that our chief clerk, Mr Crabbit, was set upon on his way to the bank whilst I was held captive. A large sum of money was taken. Clearly the perpetrators feared (and underestimated) the detective skills of Octavius Guy enough to want me out of the way!
To the point of becoming mud, good miss. I wonder if the morrow will bring some light?