From cjnwriter: An unexpected character saves the day.
Shinwell Johnson had proven invaluable to me on numerous occasions. He came to me with information, and I used it accordingly. We met in shady bars and street corners, and I saw him only occasionally.
Imagine my surprise when I saw Shinwell as I found myself in hot water in a seedy bar by the docks, preparing to dodge the blows of an over-excited drunkard who had not liked my questions about his wife. I was reaching for my stick, ready to clobber the msn over the head, when a voice yelled, "Oy!"
The man whirled around, and Shinwell punched him in the jaw. While he was distracted, I ducked under his arm and held my stick up to his throat.
"I suggest you take yourself home."
The man swore and staggered off, and I turned to Shinwell. "I would've handled it, but thank you for the assistance," I said.
He looked round furtively. "I should be off. I hope no one's here."
I knew exactly the risks of such a reveal, so I nodded and tidied my collar, and set off briskly to search for my next steps.
