Knuckled down this evening, and finished the fight scene, although I may expand it a little in editing. Now the aftermath:
"Lord Edward, what have you been doing this time?" Ada Bellows said, setting the kettle on the hob.
"That's a story for another day. I've no time for tea either," Edward said. He dried his hands on a tea towel, and pulled a comb from his pocket. First off he was going to remove nine-tenths of the Brylcreme from his hair. Then he was going to change his clothes, and get Ada to dispose of this set. He'd got her son out of a nasty jam a couple of years before, and she was a reliable sort when it came to repaying favours.
"As soon as I've gone," he continued, "I need you to go out to the phone-box, and call the police. Don't give your name, just say you heard a nasty commotion at the bottom of the steps, and you want someone to see what's been going on."
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on 2012-07-04 08:50 pm (UTC)Phase 3 -- July's writing:
Knuckled down this evening, and finished the fight scene, although I may expand it a little in editing. Now the aftermath:
"Lord Edward, what have you been doing this time?" Ada Bellows said, setting the kettle on the hob.
"That's a story for another day. I've no time for tea either," Edward said. He dried his hands on a tea towel, and pulled a comb from his pocket. First off he was going to remove nine-tenths of the Brylcreme from his hair. Then he was going to change his clothes, and get Ada to dispose of this set. He'd got her son out of a nasty jam a couple of years before, and she was a reliable sort when it came to repaying favours.
"As soon as I've gone," he continued, "I need you to go out to the phone-box, and call the police. Don't give your name, just say you heard a nasty commotion at the bottom of the steps, and you want someone to see what's been going on."
"Should I know what the commotion was about?"
"Best you don't." He'd left the Norton up at the Ace Café after a heavy drinking session the week before. If he took a taxi up there now, he could be well away from London before the police did more than seal off the area around where Jones lay. He'd head north, maybe spend a night in one of his old haunts before going back to Italy in a day or so.
He had a lot to think about.