Being well acquainted with his schedule, and general whereabouts at all times, she was quite confident that George was currently in the constabulary. Sure enough he was there at his desk, fiddling with his typewriter.

"Constable Crabtree," she said cheerily as she approached.

She was quite pleased when he immediately put down his pen and focused all his attention on her. "Ah Miss Hamilton," he said with a smile, looking delighted to see her. "What a...surprise. Can I help you?"

You can do more than that! You can...

Focus Jean!

"I certainly hope so. The constabulary must shut that place down immediately."

In a very thoughtful and touching gesture he propped his head up in such a way as to make sure he could continue to give her his undivided attention. When he stared at her like that, she found it hard to breathe. There was no one else in the city who captivated her quite like he did; no one else who shared her passion for justice and truth and an end to hypocrisy. That is why she found it so difficult to stay away from him for any real length of time and why she was forced to come up with increasingly ridiculous reasons to visit him. In fact, the last time she had completely made up the story about her naked neighbour; the inspiration coming from their first encounter, in which she learned that George himself had been without clothes on for a time.

The thought very nearly made her blush and she restrained herself from glancing down at his body...his no doubt sublime, Adonis-like body.

Focus Jean!

"What place is this?" he asked conversationally.

"They call it The Blind Pig. But a den of inequity is what it is! They play the devil's music. And couples dance in an unseemly manner."

Jean was thrilled to note his increasingly eager demeanour. It was quite clear to her that he was looking forward to taking down the heathens as much as she was.

"Unseemly?"

"I haven't seen it with my own eyes thank the Lord but I have it on good report that men and women are," -she found it quite impossible to keep eye contact with him, the beginnings of a flush nipping at her porcelain earlobes- "touching in public."

Jean felt terribly for him, forcing his angelic ears to hear such unsettling tales.

"Miss Hamilton, it's dancing, there's going to be some degree of-

"But it's the way they do it," she said in consternation, disbelieving that he wouldn't simply take her word as the absolute truth by now. After all they had been through together, all the miscreants they had set on a path of righteousness, how could he still question her judgement?

"I see," he said sadly, clearly beginning to realize the gravity of the situation.

It pained her to see him so defeated so she felt compelled to rally him to greater heights and give him the strength to deal with such infamy!

"I hardly dare imagine what else goes on in that place!"

Indeed she had on more than one occasion, getting herself into all of a dither each time, all the more so as George was always the centre of the...erotic mischief.

"Licentious music breeds all manner of vice! It must be stopped before the whole cities infected!"

There, she thought happily, that should be sufficient enough to raise his spirits.

Unfortunately her words seemed to have the opposite effect on the constable. Her secret love looked so devastated by this declaration that she desperately wanted to hold him close and tell him everything would be just fine. As long as they stuck together, they would always come out on top. Of that she had no doubt.

"Well, I will consult with the inspector," he said so solemnly that she knew this disturbing case was now in good hands...absolutely divine hands; they were heavenly and she anxiously awaited the day he would declare his undying love for her and caress her face...

Focus Jean!

"Please do that constable."

Jean was rather peeved to find her standing right behind them and with some difficulty she marched past the doctor- who did she think she was?- all the while using the utmost restraint to not throw a dark look or two her way.