Missy pouted in confusion. "His what? His nose? Oh, it's not that big, kinda rounded at the tip." She said as she gestured to her nose. "His ears are kinda large though. And it's Bellevue. Herbert Bellevue." She said as she jump roped trying to keep her spirits high.

Fanny put her pants back on and put her hand on the door, looking back to the prostitute.

“Not a word,” she mouthed.

As Missy jumped rope a floor above, Constable Cockburn skulked back into the day to return to normalcy – to tormentor rather than tormented … for now.