Once Colin had been able to study Mr. Harlacheva’s slim dossier we had made a hasty exit, much to the disappointment of Miss Crouch, who was even further vexed to realize that we would not need to come back over the ensuing days, either. I tugged the brim of my hat farther down over my forehead to keep the rain off my face while I waited for him to hail a cab. The inclement weather had succeeded in driving nearly everyone into a carriage and I began to wonder if we were going to have to walk. I was just beginning to resign myself to such a fate when Colin suddenly lunged into the street and seized the reins of a passing horse, tugging it to the side of the road. “ ’Ey!” the driver bellowed from under his tiny awning. “Wot in the bloody ’ell do ya think yer doin’?” “Official business!” Colin bellowed right back. “You will take us across town and you will do it quickly and safely.” “Like ’ell I will. Piss off. I’m done fer the day.” “You will take us where I say or you’ll be done for good,”
