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Chapter one
The day had finally drawn to a close and blackness had swallowed the street. The only thing depriving the night of it’s deadly calm that rightfully went with the darkness was the hammering rain. it poured from the sky and hit the ground with a deafening pounding. As the rain fell it flowed through Evangeline’s hair and over her faded rose coloured dress, leaving a cold chill behind.
She was running down Greenwich road, splashing in puddles as she went, muttering her directions home, to herself. She turned a corner and jumped back around it just as fast in fright! She no-longer cared about the freezing rain or that her shoes were currently blocking the path of a small river running down the road. No, what she cared about was the identity of the tall figure she had nearly bumped into standing just around this corner.
Evangeline shook out her soaking, dark auburn curls to get her thoughts straight. ‘It carn’t be him, not here, not now’ she chanted over and over to herself in her head. She straightened her dress, took a deep breath and peered, cautiously around the sharp corner of the house on the edge of the street, joining Greenwich road to Summer’s road.
Standing bolt up straight, seemingly oblivious to the rain filling the brim of his bottle green bowler hat, was a silhouette of a tall man apparently waiting for something. He was cracking his knuckles in a most menacing fashion.
Evangeline pulled her head back around the corner. The darkness has restricted her only to his silhouette she she didn’t see his face but that bottle green bowler hat looked all too familiar in the gloom. Deciding that she had better not risk it and take another route home she began to backup down the street again. But she was startled yet again by a light suddenly coming from behind her. A short, stout man was limping towards her with a lantern in hand. Evangeline stood for a moment like a rabbit caught in the barrel of a gun before she dived behind a low down bush at the side of the pavement.
The short man limped, slowly on past her without noticing anything unusual at all. Evangeline decided to blow caution to the winds and followed the little man back up the street, hoping to catch a glimpse of the bowler-hat-man’s face to be sure it wasn’t who she thought it was.
As she crept along behind the limping man a flash of lightening flashed followed closely by a clap of thunder both of which had Evangeline leaping a foot into the air and flattening herself against the side of the house on the corner of the road. Finally the little man, followed closely by Evangeline, reached the street corner and turned into it. At this point Evangeline flung herself behind a handy tree just a little to the left of the two men. The little man, however, had not noticed the taller of the two so when the bowler-hat-man stepped out to block the newcomer’s way he gave a squeal like a pig in surprise.
“Blimey, Mr Miles, sir, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” he wheezed, clutching a hand to his heart. If the sight of the man’s face in the lantern had not confirmed Evangeline’s worst fears enough, the name sent a chill through her spine. The man she had been running from for three days and she had almost bumped right into him like a Christmas turkey walking into a butcher and offering to pluck, stuff and roast its self! But, luckily, the gasp that escaped Evangeline at the sight of Mr.Miles was masked by the squeal from the little man.
“Put that light out you idiot!” hissed Mr. Miles, through his teeth.
“Bu’-Bu’ sir, I ‘ave something to sho’ you, sir, Something tha’ I ‘ope will make ‘ou very pleased indeed sir”
“Very well, but hurry up I haven’t got all day” Mr. Miles said while looking up and down the street nervously. For one heart-stopping moment his eyes rested on Evangeline but he shook his head and turned back to his little soaking companion who was waving a newspaper in his face. When Mr. Miles turned to the page suggested by the little man he gave a grin dispite himself.
“Good work Fowler” He tucked the newspaper under his jacket and clasped his hands behind his back, as if for buissness.
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