Re: 02 - A Plan To Hunt
"It smells strange, sir," Beth said, and very slowly and carefully let the pheasant go. The bird stayed sat on the counter for a full two seconds, then slowly stood up, giving a quiet *tuk*tuk* in his throat. George, delighted, leant and patted the bar in an attempt to get the strangely tame gamebird to come over.
"Excorsise it? Surely the thing's stunned itself on a window, distracted by the glass," Master Fox said, indicating the pheasant with his beer.
"Well, there's some plot afoot," Sam muttered, at present defeated by the light of Science.
Henry prodded Andrew in the shoulder, having clearly decided that the latter was seeking his advice in matters of his evident expertise. "Then you tells the coach ladies, right? See, being proper is your problem. Some of those fancy ma'ams would hop right on at the mere scent of ye, shown willing, but don't ask don't get, am I right, Will?"
"Aye that. Might get your face slapped twice, but it's worth it if the next one slaps your ar-"
John Collins set a tankard down rather forcefully and frowned at the Ragge brothers present. "If we could get back to the matter in hand?"
Henry dropped his voice to Andrew, respecting the landlord's authority if not in the least bit ashamed of himself. "See, Mizzus Criddle thinks they'd strap 'er something fierce 'cause I had it from our Sal that that Polly was off from the May Revels with a boy. May night? It's more than kissing, that."
John let the murmuring lapse. "Would you do that yourself, then, Master Sexton? It would be more restful than the field search, as I'm sure Doctor Lovelace would agree."