This week's snippet is again from Sorrel Snowbound, and carries on from last week's extract. Sorrel has reached the surface.
A steamcar has chugged up the hill towards her, containing two men in uniform.
The man in front scrambled down. His uniform was as smart and clean as a tramp's. That didn't bode well, either. 'All right,’ he grumbled through an unruly moustache. ‘'and over yer papers.’
Papers? Volging squum! I hadn't taken my papers with me on the raid of Wrack's mansion. So I had nothing I could proffer to this thug.
To my surprise, my interrogator didn't instantly tell me I was under arrest.
What will the officers do? We will find out next week.
As always, comments gratefully received!