“Is there any other?” she asked. xxx 18 “How, why should I trust you?” she asked. “There was no child John,” she assured me. “What is the meaning of this?” Fordingbridge asked, “I have sent for the magistrate Miss Patterson-Wright is deranged, look at her!”
“In truth sir this is Miss Hoar,” I explained, “Miss Wainwright’s pis whore from the bordello at Melton Constable, bewigged she has the look of Miss Patterson-Wright and she thought it a merry jape to provide a pis whore for her gentleman friends.”
“A pis whore?” Fordingbridge demanded, “Complete tosh!”
“Miss Patterson-Wright departed for Fotherby near Addiscombe last evening at around ten of the clock, or maybe somewhat later,” I explained, “She prevailed upon me as a trusted servant to make the arrangements.”
“And what say you wench?” Fordingbridge demanded.
