I staggered out of the pub. The night was frosty. My hot breath, still coated with liquor, broke the calm air. Tonight was the night that I arrested that horse-stealing swine!
The Kelly's house was a rag-tag, tatty shack. The light from inside beamed through the cracks in the chipped wood. A slight aroma of doughy wheat wafted outside. It must have been dinner time. I wondered about the ladies in nightgowns. I shook my head to be freed from that thought. First I need that Kelly!