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    Two Crafty Criminals!

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      Orlando brushed his hands together and bowed. The gang watched Snake-Eyes Melmott paying out to those who’d won.

      “Hmm,” said Benny. “Well, at least we’ll get our winnings from the main bet.”

      And while most of the guests were dancing or eating or drinking toasts to the newly engaged couples, a line of eager punters was forming at one side of the ballroom to get their money from Snake-Eyes Melmott. Everyone who’d put money on Dick was there, from Sid the Swede to the local vicar.

      Thunderbolt could hardly contain his excitement. All that money! And beating Snake-Eyes Melmott!

      But it seemed as if there was a problem. Thunderbolt stopped grinning and listened.

      “Ladies and gentlemen,” Snake-Eyes was saying, “may I introduce the well-known and highly respected timekeeper Mr. Bell, known to members of the boxing fraternity as Ding-Dong. Ding-Dong Bell’s timekeeping is known to be immaculate, which is why I invited him along this evening to make a careful note of the proceedings in case there was any dispute about the finish. Mr. Bell?”

      Ding-Dong Bell was a thin, scholarly-looking man with no less than three different kinds of watches. He placed them all on the table in front of him.

      “Them watches,” he said, “was synchronized by me personal, to the chimes of Big Ben, at six o’clock last. And according to them, young Dick’s proposal, as noted by two independent witnesses, took place at five minutes past midnight.”

      “Well, ladies and gentlemen,” said Snake-Eyes Melmott, “what a shame, what a shame! You all remember the terms of the bet: Dick had to propose and be accepted before twelve o’clock. So I’m afraid you all lost. However, the good news is, I’m opening a book on the likelihood of living dinosaurs being discovered in the South American jungle by the Royal Geographical Expedition. I can offer you a hundred to one against a pterodactyl—how’s that? Can’t say fairer than that. Hundred to one, gents! Any takers?”

      With cries of disappointment and dismay the people turned away, tearing up their betting slips and shaking their heads at their own folly.

      “We should’ve known,” said Angela darkly.

      “I could’ve sworn we had him this time!” said Zerlina.

      “We’ll get him yet. He’s not beating us like that …”

      Thunderbolt and Benny looked at each other. Their disgust was almost too deep for words.

      “Cor,” said Benny finally. “I mean to say, well, blimey.”

      Thunderbolt couldn’t say anything. The future was clear to him: gambling, drink, loose women, ruin, prison, the gallows. If only he’d paid more attention to The Primrose Path, or, If Only He Had Known!

      He gulped. It was going to be very hard to tell Miss Whittle that he couldn’t pay her; never mind telling Pa …

      There was a slight cough, and they looked around. Mr. Whittle was standing there, with the Worshipful Master of the Ancient and Worshipful Company of Gas-Fitters.

      “Young gents,” said the Worshipful Master, “and young ladies too, I understand. Commendable ingenuity and initiative. Daring and resourceful plan. On behalf of the Ancient and Worshipful Company of Gas-Fitters, I should be proud to offer you a reward of ten pounds each, and invite you all to partake of ice cream with His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales. If you would care to step this way …”

      And everything was all right, just like that.

      So the New Cut Gang sat down with the Prince of Wales, and watched Orlando dancing with Miss Whittle, and Dick dancing with Daisy, and the silver gleaming on the sideboard, and Mr. Miller showing three young men how to keep themselves cool by the application of cucumber, and everyone having a whale of a time.

      “I think this is probably the social event of the Season,” said the Prince of Wales. “Thank you for inviting me to the Gas-Fitters’ Ball.”

      “It was a pleasure,” said Angela. “By the way …”

      “I don’t suppose you know where we can get a pterodactyl?” said Zerlina.

      GLOSSARY

      Pennies and pounds—some notes on money in Victorian England

      guinea = 21 shillings

      pound, also called a quid or a sovereign = 20 shillings

      crown = 5 shillings

      half crown = 2 shillings and 6 pence

      shilling, also called a bob = 12 pence

      sixpence, also called a tanner = half a shilling or 6 pence

      threepenny bit = 3 pence

      tuppenny = 2 pence

      penny—pennies are coins, and pence refers to the amount of money they are worth. So if you have two pennies, they are worth two pence, or tuppence.

      ha’pence = half a penny

      farthing = one-quarter of a penny

      barnet—hair

      barque—a small sailing ship

      batsman—in cricket, a player who handles the bat

      bonce—slang for head

      bouncer—in cricket, a ball that bounces high

      celluloid collar—a stiff plastic collar that attaches to your shirt

      chokey—prison

      coining—making fake coins; counterfeiting

      cor—an interjection like “God!” or “Oh, man!”

      costermonger—a person who sells fruit or vegetables from a street cart

      done a bunk—slang for escaped or ran away

      dripping (jar of dripping)—grease; melted fat kept in a jar by the stove

      dustcart—a garbage truck for ashes and other household trash

      fly—knowing; sharp; streetwise

      fug—a thick, stuffy atmosphere

      gasper—slang for a cigarette

      git—an insulting name; a worthless person; a jerk

      gob-box—slang for mouth

      gomus—an insulting name; an idiot; a blowhard

      gossoon—slang for a servant boy, a lackey, or just a boy

      greasepaint—stage makeup

      haberdashery—a shop for small things related to clothes, like thread, ribbon, or buttons

      heliograph—a device for signaling coded messages with a mirror

      hokey-pokey—ice cream sold by street vendors

      humbug—a kind of hard candy, like an all-day sucker

      jape—a joke or jest

      jezail—a long, heavy gun; an Afghan musket

      jugged—put in jail

      lampblack—black soot from an oil lamp

      lucifer—a match

      macassar oil—a kind of oil used to style your hair

      majordomo—the chief butler or head servant

      monocle—an eyeglass for one eye

      naphtha—liquid petroleum; a flammable liquid used in streetlights

      nick—slang for a police station

      nicking—stealing (If you nick something, you’ll be taken down to the nick!)

      nosh—a snack

      omnibus—a large horse-drawn carriage that picks up passengers like a modern bus

      peach—to rat someone out or inform on them

      pince-nez—eyeglasses that balance on your nose without earpieces

      pinched—stolen

      plates—slang for feet

      poodle-faker—a ladies’ man; a man who cultivates women, especially for the purpose of getting ahead in business

      popinjay—a shallow or conceited person

      punter—gambler

      queue—a line you stand in

      razzo—slang for nose

      rozzer—policeman

      sacked—fired from a job

      schmutter—a piece of clothing; clothes

      slummin’, slumming—passing fake money

      smasher—someone who introduces fake money into circulation

      snide—a fake coin; counterfeit money

      snide-pitcher—a person who passes fake money

      sockdologer—a knockdown blow; a terrific punch

      spalpeen—slang for a child, a scamp, or a rascal

      toff—someone dressed up; a swell; someone well-to-do

      trollywags—slang for trousers

      trotter-boxes—slang for shoes

      ut
    ter—to put fake money into circulation

      utterance—the act of putting fake money into circulation

      whey-faced—pale

      wotcher—a greeting that means, roughly, “How’s it going?”

     

     

     



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