(Part 7)
Out near some lamplights... Not far from Tin-Whistle Park, and the local 'Working Girl' area. A stillness, about.
"Yes... A cheer, a cheer... for all those working girls, that bring a brief respite from the worries of our Worldly Life!"
Johnny: "Bah! That's easy for you to say, Shure-Lock. And me... made up like a Night Hussy. What would me Mum think?!"
That night... the next Saturday. They waited in the general area of the Middleton District, where the Phantom had always appeared.
After 5 hours... Ohms, Johnny, Inspector Stratton and a small contingent of his men... called it quits. No Luck, Governor. Nope. Aye.
Inspector Stratton: "We shall try a few more times. I guess the Phantom took tonight off... It appears."
Ohms: "Yes, Inspector... It does seem so."
Johnny: "Well... Can I get out of these knickers and dress... and the wig and heavy make-up, Shure-Lock. It all itches. Good me
group of college chums aren't about. That'd be a damn sight, it surely would be, if one had come along... and made a 'proposition'."
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They would all try soon again... But with a volunteer... a lovely lady of the New Scotland Yard Supporters League... as 'The Bait'.
Oh, my... Oh, really... Oh, yes!
(To be continued...)