SWINDON, MARCH 13th, 1872
“Mr. Harrison!” I gasp, completely outraged by his behaviour. He covers his mouth with this hand, trying to compose himself.
“I’m sorry, milady. I must admit you have a knack for these things. Where are the boys? Did they know you would try to fool me?” he asks, making me stare at him in surprise and horror at the same time. He doesn’t believe me. He doesn’t believe me!
“I am not trying to fool you, I am utterly serious, the beast is a wolf … Would you stop laughing?!” I insist, but he just can’t keep a straight face. He already turns around to get back to his work, but I am not ready to let this go just yet. “I need you to speak to Mr. Walker and tell him about this. Please. I don’t want anyone to get hurt, the wolf could be dangerous. Especially o
