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Wisely, Walker is keeping her distance. There are far too many of them for just her and Sergeant HoneyBucket to intervene.
(Picking up a tea cup)
It all seems to be a storm in a tea cup. But judging by the noise you’d think that The George Tavern had just sold the last bag of pork scratchings, and wouldn’t have any more for a month!
Sergeant HoneyBucket points out that nobody seems to have been injured, but a crate with twelve bottles of rum has just mysteriously vanished from the dockside. “You buffoon Walker,” he says, “you were too busy watching the impromptu wrestling match, when the real mischief was right behind us!”
Of course, Walker is a little offended. Wasn’t HoneyBucket also distracted? He seems to be full of something today, and it’s not honey!
They never found out who did it, and they never found the missing rum. The thieves probably drank some, some more of it probably ended up on the black market. And some of it may have been hidden away for later.
SCENE 2
(Williamson Park on the south eastern edge of the city.)
FRANKLIN
(Gentle, calm voice, unrushed. Adopting a slightly slurred, intoxicated manner.)
That explains how, one day, Benet came to find a bottle of rum wrapped in an old cloth, and stuffed inside a hollow oak tree in Williamson Park.
(Using hand gestures to indicate drinking from a bottle.)
Naturally, Benet had to sample a little.
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