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|Value 1 - 2 = The long, potholed journey from London has clearly done nothing for the tempers of the two lawyers climbing down from the carriage. They are arguing the case already, with language that would never pass in a court room. | |Value 1 - 2 = The long, potholed journey from London has clearly done nothing for the tempers of the two lawyers climbing down from the carriage. They are arguing the case already, with language that would never pass in a court room. | ||
− | |Value 5 - | + | |Value 5 - 8 = It's the close of courts […]<p>The building empties of all but a few. That man found guilty of arson hasn't emerged […] Nor have the twins found guilty of contempt of court. And the 'private detective' who perverted the course of justice […] |
|Value 11 - 14 = An unholy shrieking! […] But it is the tortured scream of metal, not murder. There is embarrassed relief all round, and that track layer is given a stern talking to re the appropriateness of using ''those'' methods in a populated area. | |Value 11 - 14 = An unholy shrieking! […] But it is the tortured scream of metal, not murder. There is embarrassed relief all round, and that track layer is given a stern talking to re the appropriateness of using ''those'' methods in a populated area. | ||
|Value 15 - 18 = Two tired-faced men […] stand considering the railway. A worker looks up from his work on a sleeper. His face flushes. He stands, rushes towards them, but stops yards away – it is only a mock charge. "Go! Shoo! […]" The figures turn and walk along […] | |Value 15 - 18 = Two tired-faced men […] stand considering the railway. A worker looks up from his work on a sleeper. His face flushes. He stands, rushes towards them, but stops yards away – it is only a mock charge. "Go! Shoo! […]" The figures turn and walk along […] | ||
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"Something like that." […] | "Something like that." […] | ||
− | |Value 42 | + | |Value 42 = From their unfashionable attire, this pair must be from one of the more distant London suburbs. From the tone of their speech, they are on either side of a civil case. The magistrate is going to have their hands full. |
|Value 45 - 49 = A gaggle of police roll out […] drunk. Either they finished their shifts hours ago, or they've been drinking neat gin. One bellows, half weeping: "The things we've seen. […] You don't ''know''!" His fellow shushes him with, if anything, less discretion. | |Value 45 - 49 = A gaggle of police roll out […] drunk. Either they finished their shifts hours ago, or they've been drinking neat gin. One bellows, half weeping: "The things we've seen. […] You don't ''know''!" His fellow shushes him with, if anything, less discretion. | ||
|Value 50 - 53 = A defendant is ushered from a carriage towards the entrance of the Magistracy of the Evenlode. They stop, and look up. And look up. To someone unused to the taller buildings of London, it must look grotesque – a giant's home, inhabited by ants. | |Value 50 - 53 = A defendant is ushered from a carriage towards the entrance of the Magistracy of the Evenlode. They stop, and look up. And look up. To someone unused to the taller buildings of London, it must look grotesque – a giant's home, inhabited by ants. | ||
− | |Value | + | |Value 56 - 59 = A shrill-voiced man is yelling […] a […] lawyer […] repeats her advice: "It is entirely legal. It's a power granted to certain members of the Constabulary. […]<p>[…] "My advice would be to accept it. The courts here have a ''remarkable'' way of preventing recidivism. […] |
|Value 60 - 64 = There is a stand off between an usher and a railway worker. On the one hand, she is covered in grease, dirt and oil. On the other, why ''should'' only the nobs and the cops get to use the fancy toilets? | |Value 60 - 64 = There is a stand off between an usher and a railway worker. On the one hand, she is covered in grease, dirt and oil. On the other, why ''should'' only the nobs and the cops get to use the fancy toilets? | ||
|Value 66 - 69 = A woman climbs out of the Evenlode. She wears a long coat and carries a lamp – it must have made clambering out awkward. She doesn't have the pallid tones of a drownie. Perhaps she just went for a refreshing dip. | |Value 66 - 69 = A woman climbs out of the Evenlode. She wears a long coat and carries a lamp – it must have made clambering out awkward. She doesn't have the pallid tones of a drownie. Perhaps she just went for a refreshing dip. | ||
− | |Value 70 - | + | |Value 70 - 72 = Disarray in the square! A London urchin has stolen shattered stone souvenirs from the more crumbled parts of the Magistracy building. Several portly police chase her towards the railway – she disappears into the kicked up dust cloud |
|Value 76 - 79 = Two lawyers discuss their latest case. "I'm surprised your arguments were so weak. Are you well?" "I know, I know. I had to let you win – I saw the look in the judge's eye and... he's not a bad lad. Well, he doesn't deserve—" You are spotted. "That." | |Value 76 - 79 = Two lawyers discuss their latest case. "I'm surprised your arguments were so weak. Are you well?" "I know, I know. I had to let you win – I saw the look in the judge's eye and... he's not a bad lad. Well, he doesn't deserve—" You are spotted. "That." | ||
|Value 81 - 88 = On a bench by the river, a rail worker and a copper are sharing a picnic. They sit close, for the warmth. Both are ignoring the glares of their peers. | |Value 81 - 88 = On a bench by the river, a rail worker and a copper are sharing a picnic. They sit close, for the warmth. Both are ignoring the glares of their peers. |