"But you promised, William! We have barely seen each other all week!" Julia said.

"I know, Julia. But I don't have a choice."

"Can't the Inspector do it? Or another constable?"

"The inspector will be with George in his room and I can't let a constable in charge of it, that would be a sure way to miss something." William explained. "I don't like it either, Julia, believe me, I would much rather spend the evening with you than watching the front door of George's boarding house all night." he said, sitting next to her on the sofa, pulling her into his arms.

"When do you have to leave?" Julia asked, sighing in defeat.

"In an hour, George is still at the station for now."

"You are sure that the killer will go to his house?"

"That's what has happened so far. The people who brought the wallet back with the money have nothing to fear but the ones who didn't bring it back or brought it back without the money were all shot at home the night after they spent the money on the corner. George made quite a show of sepnding it. He even bought a woman's hat, I wonder who it is for..."

"Wait, isn't there a restaurant in George's street?" Julia asked.

"I don't know."

"Yes, it's on the corner, and I'm pretty sure there is a good view of George's door from the tables near the window." she suggested, a smile slowly creeping on her face.

"What are you trying to say?"

"Just that you could take your wife out for dinner, spend some time with her and still be doing your job." she said, getting closer to him.

"Fine, you can come with me, but it's going to be boring."

"Dinner with me is never boring, you should know that by now." Julia said, kissing him before getting up. "I need to freshen up." she added before almost running up the stairs.

"Just a warning, I may not be my normal charming Husband self!" William called after her.

They left their house shortly after, taking a cab to the station house first to make sure everything was clear for the Inspector and George.

"You should take the bulletproof vest, George, just to be safe." William said. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we have dinner reservations. We'll take as long as possible to make sure that no one is roaming the streets around your house. We'll come in and see how things are going when the street is empty."

When they arrived to the restaurant, William and Julia were seated just behind the window, not a place William would have liked at any other time but it was perfect for what he had to do. Everytime he looked at Julia, he saw the door above her left ear. The street was not really busy so he had time to actually take part in the conversation and enjoy the dinner with his wife.

"This food is really good." Julia said. "You wouldn't guess given the remote street and the front window."

"It is good. I have to admit, you had another great idea tonight, Julia."

"I always have good ideas, you should know that. I am always right and I always have great ideas." Julia said, laughing as he took her hand.

They ate as slowly as possible, trying to spend as much time as possible inside the restaurant. The night was rather cold and the prospect of standing watch in the street was not really appealing. When they finally had to leave, William wrapped a woolen shawl around Julia's shoulders and led her out.

"And now, what do we do?" Julia asked.

"We wait." he sighed. "You are soon going to regret wanting to come with me." he smiled.

"Well, even if I regret it when I feel like an ice cube, the dinner was worth it." she said, kissing him.

"Come, we are too obvious here." William said, taking her by the hand and leading her in an alley which had a direct view on George's front door.

"Oh, this is like in a spy book." Julia giggled.

They talked quietly for a while in the shadow of alley, William taking Julia in his arms as she grew colder.

"Julia, I'm going to call you a cab to go home. You're tired, you're freezing, I don't want you to be sick."

"No, I want to stay here. Just hug me tighter and I will be fine." she said, burrying her face in his neck.

When William heard the church bells chime a while later, he realized that he had seen no one around for quite some time. He fished his pocket watch out of his pocket. It was one o'clock. He was pretty sure the killer would not show himself now. He had always struck right when the thief had got home.

"Julia?" William asked, shaking her softly.

"Uh?"

"Let's go inside. Nothing is going to happen now." he said, leading her out of the alley and knocking on the door. The landlady opened the door in her robe and let them in. She had beeen paid extra by the constabulary to let them in and to have the inspector have dinner at her house but that hadn't completely bought her it seemed. When William knocked on George's door, the inspector didn't look much better. He and Julia went in. George was sitting at his table, typing away on his typewriter.

"This whole situation seemed to have inspired him." the Inspector grumbled. "He has not stopped since I came here."

"You can go home, Sir. We'll wait here for a while but everything seems really calm. Maybe the killer recognized George as being a constable."

"He has already killed a pastor, Murdoch, I don't think a constable would have been a problem for him , I'll see you all tomorrow." the inspector said, opening the door and leaving.

"George? Could I bother you for some tea? I'm freezing." Julia asked, sitting at the foot of his bed.

"Of course Doctor. Sir, would you like some too?"

"Yes George, that would be nice." William answered, sitting on a chair by the window.

George served both of them and got back to his writing. William asked him questions about his new story and George ended up giving him the begining of the story to read. Contrary to what he had expected, William found himself taken in the story and completely forgot that he was supposed to make sure everything was alright. When he finished the pages George had given him, he realized it was almost four in the morning. He looked around and found out that Julia had lain on George's bed and was sleeping peacefully. George had collapsed on his table and was also sleeping. He figured that there was no need to wake Julia up now, he was not even sure he could wake her. When she was sleeping, it was very hard to wake her up. He had his ways but there was no way he would use them on George's bed. He joined Julia on the bed and she instantly moved to him, draping her arm around his waist, putting her head on his chest and moving one of her legs between his. Her usual sleeping position. William didn't realize he was falling asleep but he was awakened when someone knocked on George's door.

The constable groaned as he sat himself correctly, his back aching from the night on the table. He noticed that William was opening his eyes but Julia was still completely asleep. George got up and went to open the door.

"Oh, Mrs Lynd. You brought me a pie? That's so nice!"