"No, Your Excellency the Earl, you have one thing mistaken: if you want your child to die quickly, Mr. Malin would certainly be your best choice. Knight Cohen and his friends are merely butchers with gold wandering the streets in Mr. Malin's presence. Their hands still unwashed of blood, and if he were to do the killing, your child and his friends would be torn to shreds in an instant," Lena completed her thought, lifted the hem of her dress with both hands, and as she walked to the entrance of the alley, she tossed the small sign into the hands of the leader of the rat-girls: "Bring this to Miss Faye tomorrow; you may keep 500."
"Thank you, Miss Lena," the eldest of the rat-girls bowed deeply and then carefully tucked away the token.
"500 pieces, that should be enough for father and mother for the year."
"The little brothers could buy a new set of clothes too."
"Perhaps we could keep some and buy our youngest sister a dress, hers is torn again."
