Liz Stevens
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Swimmer, Cyclist, Crafter, Golfer, Curler, Drama Techie, Kayaker, lover of outdoors and avid reader.
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Friday December 1, 1854.
It's my seventeenth birthday, so I thought I'd be forgiven for doing very little to trace the unfortunate Mr Peterson.
I was wrong.
Both George and Mr Bruff had words with me. Telling them he'd signed his own death warrant would not have gone down well!
It's my seventeenth birthday, so I thought I'd be forgiven for doing very little to trace the unfortunate Mr Peterson.
I was wrong.
Both George and Mr Bruff had words with me. Telling them he'd signed his own death warrant would not have gone down well!
December 1, 2025 at 8:00 AM
Friday December 1, 1854.
It's my seventeenth birthday, so I thought I'd be forgiven for doing very little to trace the unfortunate Mr Peterson.
I was wrong.
Both George and Mr Bruff had words with me. Telling them he'd signed his own death warrant would not have gone down well!
It's my seventeenth birthday, so I thought I'd be forgiven for doing very little to trace the unfortunate Mr Peterson.
I was wrong.
Both George and Mr Bruff had words with me. Telling them he'd signed his own death warrant would not have gone down well!
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2/2
It seemed impossible. Every time I thought about it, it came back to that.
If it seemed impossible, then it probably was impossible.
My brain began ticking over with the two theories that presented themselves...both disastrous to the young Mr Peterson.
It seemed impossible. Every time I thought about it, it came back to that.
If it seemed impossible, then it probably was impossible.
My brain began ticking over with the two theories that presented themselves...both disastrous to the young Mr Peterson.
November 30, 2025 at 7:53 AM
2/2
It seemed impossible. Every time I thought about it, it came back to that.
If it seemed impossible, then it probably was impossible.
My brain began ticking over with the two theories that presented themselves...both disastrous to the young Mr Peterson.
It seemed impossible. Every time I thought about it, it came back to that.
If it seemed impossible, then it probably was impossible.
My brain began ticking over with the two theories that presented themselves...both disastrous to the young Mr Peterson.
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Thursday November 30, 1854.
Frankly I considered my failure a slap in the face, a challenge to a duel that might as well have been delivered by Sir John himself.
How could he have whisked Mr Peterson away before six pairs of watching eyes, choosing the perfect moment to do so?
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Frankly I considered my failure a slap in the face, a challenge to a duel that might as well have been delivered by Sir John himself.
How could he have whisked Mr Peterson away before six pairs of watching eyes, choosing the perfect moment to do so?
1/2
November 30, 2025 at 7:53 AM
Thursday November 30, 1854.
Frankly I considered my failure a slap in the face, a challenge to a duel that might as well have been delivered by Sir John himself.
How could he have whisked Mr Peterson away before six pairs of watching eyes, choosing the perfect moment to do so?
1/2
Frankly I considered my failure a slap in the face, a challenge to a duel that might as well have been delivered by Sir John himself.
How could he have whisked Mr Peterson away before six pairs of watching eyes, choosing the perfect moment to do so?
1/2
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November 29, 2025 at 6:16 PM
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4/4
It was in that very moment that Sir John must have struck for, when I next looked, Mr Peterson was gone!
Even then I had hope, as I had stationed George and Bertha's young henchmen at the building's entrance.
And yet, when I reached them, they claimed they'd seen nothing.
It was in that very moment that Sir John must have struck for, when I next looked, Mr Peterson was gone!
Even then I had hope, as I had stationed George and Bertha's young henchmen at the building's entrance.
And yet, when I reached them, they claimed they'd seen nothing.
November 29, 2025 at 8:12 AM
4/4
It was in that very moment that Sir John must have struck for, when I next looked, Mr Peterson was gone!
Even then I had hope, as I had stationed George and Bertha's young henchmen at the building's entrance.
And yet, when I reached them, they claimed they'd seen nothing.
It was in that very moment that Sir John must have struck for, when I next looked, Mr Peterson was gone!
Even then I had hope, as I had stationed George and Bertha's young henchmen at the building's entrance.
And yet, when I reached them, they claimed they'd seen nothing.
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3/4
It seemed to be about chopping off heads and an old women's knitting circle. So how did cake manage to feature in the title?
A sudden flurry of activity as people made way for the cadaverous figure lurching towards us.
"Mr de Ath, so good of you to join us!" said my employer.
Mr Death nodded.
It seemed to be about chopping off heads and an old women's knitting circle. So how did cake manage to feature in the title?
A sudden flurry of activity as people made way for the cadaverous figure lurching towards us.
"Mr de Ath, so good of you to join us!" said my employer.
Mr Death nodded.
November 29, 2025 at 8:12 AM
3/4
It seemed to be about chopping off heads and an old women's knitting circle. So how did cake manage to feature in the title?
A sudden flurry of activity as people made way for the cadaverous figure lurching towards us.
"Mr de Ath, so good of you to join us!" said my employer.
Mr Death nodded.
It seemed to be about chopping off heads and an old women's knitting circle. So how did cake manage to feature in the title?
A sudden flurry of activity as people made way for the cadaverous figure lurching towards us.
"Mr de Ath, so good of you to join us!" said my employer.
Mr Death nodded.
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2/4
The Diorama, across from the Zoological Gardens, was surprisingly busy for a Wednesday afternoon.
Mr Peterson stood in front of a tableau of the pyramids at Giza, stiff and ill at ease.
Mr Bruff and I lingered at the side of the next exhibit, entitled, "Let Them Eat Cake."
The Diorama, across from the Zoological Gardens, was surprisingly busy for a Wednesday afternoon.
Mr Peterson stood in front of a tableau of the pyramids at Giza, stiff and ill at ease.
Mr Bruff and I lingered at the side of the next exhibit, entitled, "Let Them Eat Cake."
November 29, 2025 at 8:12 AM
2/4
The Diorama, across from the Zoological Gardens, was surprisingly busy for a Wednesday afternoon.
Mr Peterson stood in front of a tableau of the pyramids at Giza, stiff and ill at ease.
Mr Bruff and I lingered at the side of the next exhibit, entitled, "Let Them Eat Cake."
The Diorama, across from the Zoological Gardens, was surprisingly busy for a Wednesday afternoon.
Mr Peterson stood in front of a tableau of the pyramids at Giza, stiff and ill at ease.
Mr Bruff and I lingered at the side of the next exhibit, entitled, "Let Them Eat Cake."
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Wednesday November 29, 1854.
I calmed the timid Mr Peterson as best I could; Mr Bruff patted his shoulder.
"We will be nearby and we will be listening," he reassured him. "You will be safe."
"And I just have to pretend I'll keep quiet if he shares his inheritance with me?"
"That's the plan."
1/4
I calmed the timid Mr Peterson as best I could; Mr Bruff patted his shoulder.
"We will be nearby and we will be listening," he reassured him. "You will be safe."
"And I just have to pretend I'll keep quiet if he shares his inheritance with me?"
"That's the plan."
1/4
November 29, 2025 at 8:12 AM
Wednesday November 29, 1854.
I calmed the timid Mr Peterson as best I could; Mr Bruff patted his shoulder.
"We will be nearby and we will be listening," he reassured him. "You will be safe."
"And I just have to pretend I'll keep quiet if he shares his inheritance with me?"
"That's the plan."
1/4
I calmed the timid Mr Peterson as best I could; Mr Bruff patted his shoulder.
"We will be nearby and we will be listening," he reassured him. "You will be safe."
"And I just have to pretend I'll keep quiet if he shares his inheritance with me?"
"That's the plan."
1/4
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Tuesday November 28, 1854.
Mr Peterson, Sir John's third cousin once removed, looked astonished to hear my revelations.
"So he murdered his wife?" he gasped.
"I believe so."
"And he can't be brought to book?"
"My close contacts in the Metropolitan Police say not."
"Oh. Oh, my..."
Mr Peterson, Sir John's third cousin once removed, looked astonished to hear my revelations.
"So he murdered his wife?" he gasped.
"I believe so."
"And he can't be brought to book?"
"My close contacts in the Metropolitan Police say not."
"Oh. Oh, my..."
November 28, 2025 at 8:03 AM
Tuesday November 28, 1854.
Mr Peterson, Sir John's third cousin once removed, looked astonished to hear my revelations.
"So he murdered his wife?" he gasped.
"I believe so."
"And he can't be brought to book?"
"My close contacts in the Metropolitan Police say not."
"Oh. Oh, my..."
Mr Peterson, Sir John's third cousin once removed, looked astonished to hear my revelations.
"So he murdered his wife?" he gasped.
"I believe so."
"And he can't be brought to book?"
"My close contacts in the Metropolitan Police say not."
"Oh. Oh, my..."
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3/3
After revealing it was her own husband who was the culprit, Mr Bruff became thorny.
"All this on the say-so of criminals?"
"On the say-so of the same criminals you have relied on in the past," I countered. "I cannot prove it, but I know it for a fact."
"Then what are we to do?"
After revealing it was her own husband who was the culprit, Mr Bruff became thorny.
"All this on the say-so of criminals?"
"On the say-so of the same criminals you have relied on in the past," I countered. "I cannot prove it, but I know it for a fact."
"Then what are we to do?"
November 27, 2025 at 7:56 AM
3/3
After revealing it was her own husband who was the culprit, Mr Bruff became thorny.
"All this on the say-so of criminals?"
"On the say-so of the same criminals you have relied on in the past," I countered. "I cannot prove it, but I know it for a fact."
"Then what are we to do?"
After revealing it was her own husband who was the culprit, Mr Bruff became thorny.
"All this on the say-so of criminals?"
"On the say-so of the same criminals you have relied on in the past," I countered. "I cannot prove it, but I know it for a fact."
"Then what are we to do?"
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2/3
"Who do you represent, sir?" I asked. "The late Lady Geeson or her husband?"
Mr Bruff's brow furrowed. "Adelaide Geeson, of course. Her parents were clients of mine before they passed."
"Then you would want to know who it was who struck her down? Who eventually murdered her?"
"Who do you represent, sir?" I asked. "The late Lady Geeson or her husband?"
Mr Bruff's brow furrowed. "Adelaide Geeson, of course. Her parents were clients of mine before they passed."
"Then you would want to know who it was who struck her down? Who eventually murdered her?"
November 27, 2025 at 7:56 AM
2/3
"Who do you represent, sir?" I asked. "The late Lady Geeson or her husband?"
Mr Bruff's brow furrowed. "Adelaide Geeson, of course. Her parents were clients of mine before they passed."
"Then you would want to know who it was who struck her down? Who eventually murdered her?"
"Who do you represent, sir?" I asked. "The late Lady Geeson or her husband?"
Mr Bruff's brow furrowed. "Adelaide Geeson, of course. Her parents were clients of mine before they passed."
"Then you would want to know who it was who struck her down? Who eventually murdered her?"
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Monday November 27, 1854.
I removed my bowler hat and knocked respectfully at my employer's office door.
"Come!" came the immediate response.
"Sir," I said upon entering, "I have a pressing question to ask." Though I saw him roll his eyes, I was determined to stay the course.
1/3
I removed my bowler hat and knocked respectfully at my employer's office door.
"Come!" came the immediate response.
"Sir," I said upon entering, "I have a pressing question to ask." Though I saw him roll his eyes, I was determined to stay the course.
1/3
November 27, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Monday November 27, 1854.
I removed my bowler hat and knocked respectfully at my employer's office door.
"Come!" came the immediate response.
"Sir," I said upon entering, "I have a pressing question to ask." Though I saw him roll his eyes, I was determined to stay the course.
1/3
I removed my bowler hat and knocked respectfully at my employer's office door.
"Come!" came the immediate response.
"Sir," I said upon entering, "I have a pressing question to ask." Though I saw him roll his eyes, I was determined to stay the course.
1/3
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Sunday November 26, 1854.
The service was over.
"I have a question," I said.
"You do?" Annie looked at me expectantly.
"Is there a difference in biblical terms between killing someone yourself, or asking a friend to do it?"
When she frowned, I immediately regretted my words.
The service was over.
"I have a question," I said.
"You do?" Annie looked at me expectantly.
"Is there a difference in biblical terms between killing someone yourself, or asking a friend to do it?"
When she frowned, I immediately regretted my words.
November 26, 2025 at 8:21 AM
Sunday November 26, 1854.
The service was over.
"I have a question," I said.
"You do?" Annie looked at me expectantly.
"Is there a difference in biblical terms between killing someone yourself, or asking a friend to do it?"
When she frowned, I immediately regretted my words.
The service was over.
"I have a question," I said.
"You do?" Annie looked at me expectantly.
"Is there a difference in biblical terms between killing someone yourself, or asking a friend to do it?"
When she frowned, I immediately regretted my words.
Sunny winter swim 6C
November 25, 2025 at 1:38 PM
Sunny winter swim 6C
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Saturday November 25, 1854.
"If you knew who attacked me, what would you do to them?"
Bertha took a sip of her sherry, readjusted the black veil to hide her face, then sat back to speculate.
"I'd bleedin' get 'em alone on a moonless night," she chortled.
Well, at least I had a last resort!
"If you knew who attacked me, what would you do to them?"
Bertha took a sip of her sherry, readjusted the black veil to hide her face, then sat back to speculate.
"I'd bleedin' get 'em alone on a moonless night," she chortled.
Well, at least I had a last resort!
November 25, 2025 at 7:55 AM
Saturday November 25, 1854.
"If you knew who attacked me, what would you do to them?"
Bertha took a sip of her sherry, readjusted the black veil to hide her face, then sat back to speculate.
"I'd bleedin' get 'em alone on a moonless night," she chortled.
Well, at least I had a last resort!
"If you knew who attacked me, what would you do to them?"
Bertha took a sip of her sherry, readjusted the black veil to hide her face, then sat back to speculate.
"I'd bleedin' get 'em alone on a moonless night," she chortled.
Well, at least I had a last resort!
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Friday November 24 1854.
"I wasn't expecting another visit." Mr Death looked surprised to see me. I steeled myself to broach what promised to be a thorny conversation.
"Good sir," I began, "you must be aware that for some time now I've suspected you of being something...*more*."
1/2
"I wasn't expecting another visit." Mr Death looked surprised to see me. I steeled myself to broach what promised to be a thorny conversation.
"Good sir," I began, "you must be aware that for some time now I've suspected you of being something...*more*."
1/2
November 24, 2025 at 8:13 AM
Friday November 24 1854.
"I wasn't expecting another visit." Mr Death looked surprised to see me. I steeled myself to broach what promised to be a thorny conversation.
"Good sir," I began, "you must be aware that for some time now I've suspected you of being something...*more*."
1/2
"I wasn't expecting another visit." Mr Death looked surprised to see me. I steeled myself to broach what promised to be a thorny conversation.
"Good sir," I began, "you must be aware that for some time now I've suspected you of being something...*more*."
1/2
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2/2
"More?" The man peered down his cadaverous nose at me.
"If I am correct in my thinking, I beg you to help me put an end to Sir John Geeson."
A moment of perfect understanding seemed to pass between us.
Then Mr Death raised his hands and smiled. "Young man, I am but a humble clerk."
"More?" The man peered down his cadaverous nose at me.
"If I am correct in my thinking, I beg you to help me put an end to Sir John Geeson."
A moment of perfect understanding seemed to pass between us.
Then Mr Death raised his hands and smiled. "Young man, I am but a humble clerk."
November 24, 2025 at 8:13 AM
2/2
"More?" The man peered down his cadaverous nose at me.
"If I am correct in my thinking, I beg you to help me put an end to Sir John Geeson."
A moment of perfect understanding seemed to pass between us.
Then Mr Death raised his hands and smiled. "Young man, I am but a humble clerk."
"More?" The man peered down his cadaverous nose at me.
"If I am correct in my thinking, I beg you to help me put an end to Sir John Geeson."
A moment of perfect understanding seemed to pass between us.
Then Mr Death raised his hands and smiled. "Young man, I am but a humble clerk."
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From the cold tub this morning. Water temperature 8°c
November 23, 2025 at 8:47 AM
From the cold tub this morning. Water temperature 8°c
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Quanked [kwangkt]
(adj.)
- Overpowered by fatigue.
- Exhausted or reduced in strength, as by labor or exertion; fatigued; sleepy.
Origin uncertain
Used in a sentence:
“After sprunting all weekend, then frooncing to get to work on time, I’m well quanked.”
(adj.)
- Overpowered by fatigue.
- Exhausted or reduced in strength, as by labor or exertion; fatigued; sleepy.
Origin uncertain
Used in a sentence:
“After sprunting all weekend, then frooncing to get to work on time, I’m well quanked.”
November 24, 2025 at 3:18 AM
Quanked [kwangkt]
(adj.)
- Overpowered by fatigue.
- Exhausted or reduced in strength, as by labor or exertion; fatigued; sleepy.
Origin uncertain
Used in a sentence:
“After sprunting all weekend, then frooncing to get to work on time, I’m well quanked.”
(adj.)
- Overpowered by fatigue.
- Exhausted or reduced in strength, as by labor or exertion; fatigued; sleepy.
Origin uncertain
Used in a sentence:
“After sprunting all weekend, then frooncing to get to work on time, I’m well quanked.”
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Thursday November 23, 1854.
"He what?" asked George.
"He outright refused to believe me," I repeated.
"And after all we've done for him!"
I might have taken solace in George's vehemence but, honestly, I feared Sir John would go free.
Mr Tibbles sensed my mood and gave my calf a butt.
"He what?" asked George.
"He outright refused to believe me," I repeated.
"And after all we've done for him!"
I might have taken solace in George's vehemence but, honestly, I feared Sir John would go free.
Mr Tibbles sensed my mood and gave my calf a butt.
November 23, 2025 at 7:55 AM
Thursday November 23, 1854.
"He what?" asked George.
"He outright refused to believe me," I repeated.
"And after all we've done for him!"
I might have taken solace in George's vehemence but, honestly, I feared Sir John would go free.
Mr Tibbles sensed my mood and gave my calf a butt.
"He what?" asked George.
"He outright refused to believe me," I repeated.
"And after all we've done for him!"
I might have taken solace in George's vehemence but, honestly, I feared Sir John would go free.
Mr Tibbles sensed my mood and gave my calf a butt.
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Wednesday November 22, 1854.
With my options dwindling by the second, I sought out the good Sergeant Gray. I can't say he was pleased to see me.
"This is the scene of a crime," he snapped, not that his singsong Welsh vowels aided his annoyance any. "You cannot be here!"
1/3
With my options dwindling by the second, I sought out the good Sergeant Gray. I can't say he was pleased to see me.
"This is the scene of a crime," he snapped, not that his singsong Welsh vowels aided his annoyance any. "You cannot be here!"
1/3
November 22, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Wednesday November 22, 1854.
With my options dwindling by the second, I sought out the good Sergeant Gray. I can't say he was pleased to see me.
"This is the scene of a crime," he snapped, not that his singsong Welsh vowels aided his annoyance any. "You cannot be here!"
1/3
With my options dwindling by the second, I sought out the good Sergeant Gray. I can't say he was pleased to see me.
"This is the scene of a crime," he snapped, not that his singsong Welsh vowels aided his annoyance any. "You cannot be here!"
1/3
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2/3
Explaining my situation would have gone considerably quicker without his constant interjections. And yet he finally took me seriously.
"How is it you know that these escaped housebreakers did not attack Lady Geeson?" he asked.
It was the question I had dreaded.
Explaining my situation would have gone considerably quicker without his constant interjections. And yet he finally took me seriously.
"How is it you know that these escaped housebreakers did not attack Lady Geeson?" he asked.
It was the question I had dreaded.
November 22, 2025 at 7:56 AM
2/3
Explaining my situation would have gone considerably quicker without his constant interjections. And yet he finally took me seriously.
"How is it you know that these escaped housebreakers did not attack Lady Geeson?" he asked.
It was the question I had dreaded.
Explaining my situation would have gone considerably quicker without his constant interjections. And yet he finally took me seriously.
"How is it you know that these escaped housebreakers did not attack Lady Geeson?" he asked.
It was the question I had dreaded.
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3/3
"I managed to track them down, sir." I replied.
"Ah! Where are they?"
"In the city of Hull...though I doubt they are there any longer."
"Hull?" Sergeant Gray's lips pursed.
There are fools in this world, and people you can easily fool, but Sergeant Gray is not among them.
"I managed to track them down, sir." I replied.
"Ah! Where are they?"
"In the city of Hull...though I doubt they are there any longer."
"Hull?" Sergeant Gray's lips pursed.
There are fools in this world, and people you can easily fool, but Sergeant Gray is not among them.
November 22, 2025 at 7:56 AM
3/3
"I managed to track them down, sir." I replied.
"Ah! Where are they?"
"In the city of Hull...though I doubt they are there any longer."
"Hull?" Sergeant Gray's lips pursed.
There are fools in this world, and people you can easily fool, but Sergeant Gray is not among them.
"I managed to track them down, sir." I replied.
"Ah! Where are they?"
"In the city of Hull...though I doubt they are there any longer."
"Hull?" Sergeant Gray's lips pursed.
There are fools in this world, and people you can easily fool, but Sergeant Gray is not among them.