Kajamba Lion said:
"Fair enough. What does Smythe look like? Can ye give us a description of him?"
"Clean-shaven chap. A well-to-do looking gentleman, dressed all fine usually. Hair combed, usually wears little spectacles. A banker, maybe."
"Wait a moment," Robinson mutters. "This mornin', I be meetin' with our Mr. Smythe, here. Fact is, 'e was the one sendin' me to that house to get that book. McCarthy knows 'im, I believe."
"Well," Longtree says, hopping from his seat on the edge of his desk, "I'm presuming you can be going now, Monty. That is, unless these gents have any more questions to ask you?" He looks around at the assembled group. "Well, then" -- he peers at his pocketwatch -- "it's nearly midnight. I should be sending you along to the missus, I'm guessing. I'll send a few constables with you, for your own protection. Then tomorrow, since the Baron here was so kind to offer, we'll see about getting you sent up Walsingham way. I'll have to be issuing you a reprimand for unbecoming behaviour, but since you've been cooperative in offering this information, your job'll be secure."
Monty nods and rises from his seat. He thanks Inspector Longtree, and leaves the room. Three other constables meet him to escort him home.
"As to you gentlemen, as I said earlier, it wouldn't be too wise to be heading into the East End at midnight. 'Specially Dorset Street. Out of the whole place, that's probably the roughest neighborhood. You fellows have a place to stay for tonight, then?"
If any of you have any more questions for Monty, go ahead and post them and I'll get you an answer.