Gaslight Geezers: Part 5

By GARRY KILWORTH, Illustrator JOHN HOWE

Monty tapped out some non-existent tobacco from his pipe bowl by force of habit.

'That's just the vet in you talking. He's a very intelligent weasel. Probably a genius, if an evil one. Look,' he stood up and stretched his forelimbs, 'I think I'll go for a walk on my own. I need some fresh air to clear my head. I'd rather it was a solitary stroll so that I can get some serious thinking done. Do you mind?'

'Not at all,' said Bryony. 'Wrap up well. It's pretty cold and damp out there. That fog gets into a weasel's lungs.'

'I shouldn't worry. Jis McFail, our landjill, won't let me get further than the front door without my cloak and top hat.'

That much was true. Jis McFail heard the flat door open and with her beady eye ascertained that Jal Sylver had on his thick volehair cloak, not to say hat and gloves.

With silverknobbed cane (which contained a sword-blade) in paw, Monty stepped out into the cobbled streets of Muggidrear and set out through the swirling for for the river.

Publisher: Random House

Price: $16.95

Age group: 9 years plus