The moon was slowly hiding its face behind the clouds as the daylight overtook the darkness. It was still the early morning hours when the village bell have not rung nor had the cocks woken up to sing about the day born anew.
It was on this morning that a shadow was hurriedly walking in the streets of Woodbridge. He was none other than Mr. Perkin.
After stealing the pills from the house of Mr. Malphus the day before, he had woken up before others, so the villagers won't see him entering the house of the apothecary.
Reaching the small house, he impatiently knocked twice on the door and waited for it to open. After two minutes, a short middle-aged man with a stubble mustache appeared at door.
"Mr. Perkin? What do I owe such an early visit from you?" The man's brow rose in question and surprise.
Mr. Perkin gave a small smile while holding the hand of his bag that hung across his shoulder.
