![]() ![]() “I believe it belongs to the missus of the household, saw her droppin’ it on the street.” “I found this gov’ner,” I said producing a handkerchief from my back pocket. His posture gave the impression that he had spent his life sleeping inside a wooden box. I began knocking feverishly on the door, and at last, the butler sure enough appeared, “Can I help you?” He had a hooked nose and drooping eyes. Me pal, Grover, managed to rob a whole joint when they was away on holiday after havin’ a run-in with the butler earlier.” You see butlers got the keys to the place, and if you snatch ‘im without ‘im noticing, then ‘e’ll think he just lost ‘em. “…and know ‘im to be a butler, and know which resid-dens he buttles. ![]() “They’re a real pot of gold if you can find one out an about…,” he had said one morning, his mouth stuffed with a pastry. I remembered suddenly Charlie speaking about butlers. What had I learned? What had Peter taught me? What odd lessons had Charlie given me? I closed my eyes and tried to think of my training, but I couldn’t quite figure out how stealing handkerchiefs would save the child. I stepped off the curb, and bent to rest my head on the belly of a streetlamp. ![]()
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