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<blockquote data-quote="Andrew D. Gable" data-source="post: 1566300" data-attributes="member: 4144">Sgt. RobinsonRobinson makes his way through streets he knows like the back of his hand, walking off his drunkeness.&nbsp; Down Commercial Street, out Whitechapel High Street and eventually into the City and out of the squalid East End.&nbsp; Past St. Paul's, up the Strand - getting into the even more fashionable West End, and finally to Cleopatra's Needle, rising off the riverbank.&nbsp; A man sits on one of the sphinx-emblazoned benches at its base.&nbsp; As Robinson approaches, he gets up, folds the paper he's been reading, and extends his hand.&quot;Jonas Rowse,&quot; he introduces himself.&nbsp; McCarthy wasn't lying - the man does resemble an older version of the famous Sherlock Holmes.&nbsp; &quot;You have the deliveries for Mr. Smythe?&nbsp; Excellent.&quot;Jonas Rowse walks over to the wall at the edge of the bank, and begins descending the stairs towards the riverboat dock, indicating a metal door set in the dock wall.&nbsp; He pulls out a lantern, fumbles with a key, and casts the door open.&nbsp; The space beyond is dark.&nbsp; Rowse enters the doorway and rummages through a pile of junk to reveal a rough-hewn passage.&nbsp; &quot;Come on then, McCarthy should have told you Mr. Smythe likes his security.&quot;The picture is Cleopatra's Needle.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Andrew D. Gable, post: 1566300, member: 4144"] [b]Sgt. Robinson[/b] Robinson makes his way through streets he knows like the back of his hand, walking off his drunkeness. Down Commercial Street, out Whitechapel High Street and eventually into the City and out of the squalid East End. Past St. Paul's, up the Strand - getting into the even more fashionable West End, and finally to Cleopatra's Needle, rising off the riverbank. A man sits on one of the sphinx-emblazoned benches at its base. As Robinson approaches, he gets up, folds the paper he's been reading, and extends his hand. "Jonas Rowse," he introduces himself. McCarthy wasn't lying - the man does resemble an older version of the famous Sherlock Holmes. "You have the deliveries for Mr. Smythe? Excellent." Jonas Rowse walks over to the wall at the edge of the bank, and begins descending the stairs towards the riverboat dock, indicating a metal door set in the dock wall. He pulls out a lantern, fumbles with a key, and casts the door open. The space beyond is dark. Rowse enters the doorway and rummages through a pile of junk to reveal a rough-hewn passage. "Come on then, McCarthy should have told you Mr. Smythe likes his security." [COLOR=DarkRed]The picture is Cleopatra's Needle.[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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