Kitty Peck And The Music Hall Murders - Plot & Excerpts
When we got out into the stinking alley outside Lucca’s lodgings at The Wharf, he made me strut up and down a bit until I stopped what he called my ‘cat’s tail promenade’. Truly, I never thought about what I did with my derrière when I was out and about until now, but according to Lucca it seemed to have a life of its own. ‘Don’t sway. You need to take bigger steps, Kitty. And keep your head up – shoulders back, remember. Now, again.’ After a bit I got the hang of it. The boots helped – shiny black leather they was, flat with laces and straps at the ankle. Being on the small side I was used to a heel and at first it felt like my feet were slapping down on the slimy cobbles like a plaice on a fishmonger’s slab. But they stopped me walking dainty. When Lucca was happy with my gentleman’s walk, we went to the end of the alley and turned onto Narrow Street. ‘This will be a test,’ Lucca hissed as a couple of dockers came tramping towards us. ‘Keep to the middle.
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