The next few days, everything started to slowly go back to normal with the gang. It also didn't take them long for some of the members go out on jobs, especially Arthur. (Y/n) stayed at camp a little bit more as she wanted to be around her daughter. Annebeth being kidnapped had scared (y/n) to death that she was scared to leave her alone and the doubt of staying with the gang was starting to pop up in her mind.

She hated thinking that as she felt that leaving the gang would be a betrayal to Dutch, Hosea and especially to Arthur. If it wasn't for them, she and her daughter would be dead. Plus she cared and loved most of the gang members, minus Micah and Molly, and she didn't want to disappoint them.

She is forever grateful for all they’ve done for them; even owes them her life. (Y/n) had bonded with most in the group, going as far as calling them her friends; her family. Even Annabeth had warmed her way into their hearts, which she was happy to see the smile she loves so much, lighting up their spirits.

Annabeth loves them as much as she does. The last thing she wanted was to leave the group without sounding selfish.

And Arthur, oh Arthur…he’d be devastated if he found out. Now thinking about him leaves a churning feeling in her stomach. She leans against the wall outside of Shady Belle and closed her eyes, trying to hold back the nausea she feels coming. But a powerful wave of nausea comes up and she doubles over and vomits.

Minutes later, after she finished puking, she sits by the campfire and sips her cup of coffee. "Hey (y/n)." Mary-Beth greets as she walks up to (y/n). "Mary-Beth." (Y/n) greets back. "You alright? You look a little pale." Mary-Beth points out. "Yeah, I'm fine. I guess I'm just feeling under the weather..." (y/n) and Mary-Beth gives her a worried look. 

"Do you need a rest?" She asked the older woman. (Y/n) shakes her head. "Nah, I'll be fine. Although, I want to know what the hell Pearson put in the stew..." (y/n) said, her nose scrunched up in disgust. "What do you mean?" Mary-Beth asked. "I don't know...the stew just doesn't smell the same." (Y/n) said and Mary-Beth furrows her brow.

"(Y/n), he makes the stew the same way everyday." She said. "You sure?" (Y/n) asked and Mary-Beth let's out a soft laugh then places a hand on (y/n)'s forehead. "You sure you're okay?" She asked and (y/n) sighs. "I don't know...maybe I'm just going crazy." She said and Mary-Beth chuckles a bit.

"Or could be some sort've sickness going around." Mary-Beth said. "Maybe." (Y/n) said, shrugging, and she goes to sip her coffee. "So...I wanted to ask you, have you seen Kieran?" Mary-Beth asked and (y/n) thinks for a moment.

Come to think of it, the last time (y/n) saw Kieran was the night of the celebration for the safe return of Jack and Annebeth. Since then, she hadn't really seen him around the camp, which was pretty odd. "No, not since the night of the party." (Y/n) said and Mary-Beth had a worried look on her face.

"I'm really worried about him. Everyone says that they haven't seen him either." She said and (y/n) gives her a sympathetic smile and places a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure he'll turn up soon." She said and Mary-Beth looks down then nods, slightly. "I sure hope so." Mary-Beth said. She lets out a sigh then goes to stand up. "Well, I hope you get to feeling better!" She said and walks away as (y/n) takes a sip of her coffee.

Meanwhile, Arthur had been out doing jobs and gather up some money as usual. But as he did this, he started to think about the recent events and a thought he never thought he'd think comes up in his mind. Maybe the gang isn't as safe as I thought. He couldn't believe he was thinking that but ever since Annebeth's kidnapping, he was worried and scared for her safety.

Once this thought came up, he started to think that maybe after they collect enough money, he could get Annebeth and (y/n) out of this and maybe start a life together. This idea kept growing and growing with each day passing and he decided that maybe he should talk to (y/n) about it. 

He was lost in thought about it after he just helped a monk named Brother Dorkins with freeing a couple foreigners, who were chained up in the basement of the Fence and getting ready to be traded in as slaves, when he heard a female voice call out to him. "Hey…you want some company, mister?" she asked, trying to sound seductive. "No." Arthur said as he kept on walking, not looking at the woman.

"You sure?" The woman asked and Arthur stops and sighs. "I'm already spoken..." he stops once he turns to the right and sees the woman, who looked familiar. "Hey…" he said and the woman turns. "What?" she asked as she comes into view and Arthur's shocked by this. "I know you. Mrs. Downes?" he asked and Mrs Downes recognizes him and she begins to panic.

"Oh, no. Not you. Get away." She said as Arthur approaches her. "How, I mean…" he stammers, shocked and confused, and she backs away from him. "Now." Mrs Downes shouts as she starts to run away from him. "Hey…" Arthur tried to talk to her but she walked past him. "Help." she shouted and she runs towards a lawman.

"Hold on…" Arthur called out but she made it over to the lawman. "This man is bothering me. Someone help me. Officer, help!" she said and Arthur began to run into the crowd, get to his horse and gets out of town.

He makes it back to Shady Belle and dismounts his horse then thinks about Mrs Downes, her hair was unkempt and she looked like she had sores around her face mainly around her mouth. The feeling of guilt crept up in his mind but he pushes it back as he shakes his head then walks into camp and sees Hosea and (y/n) sitting and talking.

"Hosea. (y/n)." He greets as he walks up to them. "Hey, Arthur." Hosea greets and (y/n) smiles at him. "Hey." She said to him, softly, when Dutch comes up to them. "Come on. If we’re gonna make it to this party…we sure as shit better clean up a little." Dutch said. 

"So we’re doing this?" Arthur asked. "Oh yeah. Old friend Dutch van der Linde…has finally shown his true colors…social climbing." Hosea said in a sort've joking manner. "Old Signor Bronte, that horrendous snake…has invited us to the ball, Cinderella. So my suggestion is…we go and get you a gown." Dutch said then he laughs as he walks away. "You son of a bitch." Arthur grumbles as Hosea follows Dutch. Arthur and (y/n) share a look before they go and get ready.

"Aaaand...there!" Mary-Beth said as she finished up fixing (y/n)'s makeup. Karen, Mary-Beth, Tilly and Abigail helped (y/n) get dressed and ready for this party. The dress was pretty much like the ball gowns (y/n) vaguely remembers her mother use to wear. It was blue and the shoulder was a low décolletage, which exposed her arms, and the skirt was cone-shaped, which was narrow at the waist and gained fullness near the bottom.

​​​​She was wearing white gloves that went up to her elbows, a short pearl necklace and a long pearl necklace and her hair was waved in a soft pouff to the back of the head with puffy curled bangs.

​​​​​​"Now you look like a proper wealthy woman." Karen said before she laughs. "You look great, (y/n)." Mary-Beth said and Tilly nods. "Yeah, I think once Arthur sees you, you're gonna leave him speechless." Abigail said and (y/n) blushes at this.

"Thanks, girls." (Y/n) said, appreciatively. "You look pretty, Momma." Annebeth said and (y/n) smiles at her. "Thank you, sweetheart." She said just as Hosea comes up to the doorway of the room the girls were in.

​​​​​​"Well, I never thought I'd ever see you in a dress." Hosea said and the girls giggle. "I didn't think I would either." (Y/n) jokes. "Well..I came up here to let you know we're ready to leave." Hosea said and (y/n) nods. "Okay." She said and she walks over to Hosea then waves a goodbye to the girls. "Have fun!" Karen exclaims as Hosea and (y/n) head to the staircase and make their way down stairs.

​​​​​"You alright?" Hosea asked her. "Yeah...it's just been so long since I've been to parties like this. I think I was just a child." (Y/n) said and Hosea nods. "I know whatcha mean, it's been awhile since I've gone to a ball like this." Hosea said as they make it to the bottom steps.

​​​​​​"I just feel a bit ridiculous in this dress." (Y/n) said as they walk to the front door. "Nonsense. You look stunning." Hosea said and (y/n) smirks a bit at this. "Thanks, Hosea." She said as he opens the front door.

They walk out and see a horse drawn carriage, Lenny at the driver's seat, and Dutch, Arthur and Bill standing by the carriage, all three of them wearing tuxedos. Dutch glanced over and saw (y/n) and smiles. "Well, look here! Ain't you just lovely." Dutch said and Bill and Arthur turn to look at her. 

Bill smirks a bit but Arthur was speechless when he saw her. His eyes widen and his mouth slightly agape as his eyes roamed her body. (Y/n) smiles, shyly, as she walks up to him, looking down. "Wow...y-you..look..." he stammers, truly lost for words. Her smile grows bigger as she looks back at him and Dutch pats Arthur’s shoulder.

"We better get going." He said and he goes to open the carriage door and gestures towards it. "After you, m'lady." Dutch said and (y/n) makes her way inside and takes a seat just as Arthur takes the seat next to her. They share another look and Arthur goes and gives her a kiss on the cheek as Hosea and Dutch get inside while Bill goes up to the seat next to Lenny.

Sometime later, Dutch, Hosea, Arthur and (y/n) were laughing as they make their way to the party. "We are ridiculous." Dutch said. "Utterly." Hosea said, nodding. "I ain’t never been to a ball in my life." Arthur said. "Nor have I, if I am being honest." said Dutch. "Been years since I've been to one." (Y/n) admits. "I used to quite often…there could be fine pickings." Hosea said but Dutch shakes his head.

"Oh, no, no, no, no. No pickpocketing. We are here to make real contacts." He said. "What kind of contacts?" Arthur asked him. "Well I don’t know. We’ll find what we can. All I know for sure is…we are going to a party at the mayor’s house…and the guest of honor is the worst crook in town. I’m sure that we will find something." Dutch said and everyone laughs again as the carriage arrives at the Mayor’s manor.

Lenny stops the carriage and Bill gets down as Dutch opens the door and everyone gets out, Arthur helped (y/n) out and they walk over to the doorman. "Gentlemen and lady." the doorman greets then he turns to another man. "Luca…" he said and the group start to walk in but the doorman stops them.

"I’m afraid the mayor does not allow guns at official functions…after last year’s incident." He said and the gang hand their revolvers to the doorman. "Luca here will take you to Mr. Bronte. I believe he is expecting you." the doorman said and the man in a white suit addresses them. "Follow me, gentlemen. This way please, gentlemen and lady." Luca said and the gang follow him.

"Signor Bronte will be so pleased that you made it." Luca said to them. "We are honored to be here." Dutch said as they make their way inside the manor. "That’s wonderful, wonderful. Come come, this way. What a beautiful evening it shall be…Mr. Bronte is very good friends with the mayor." Luca said then another man comes up to him and they began to talk amongst each other.

"Hosea, Bill, you join the party. We’ll meet you out back after we pay our respects to Signor Bronte." Dutch tells them and Hosea and Bill nod as they head off. "We’ll meet you out on the balcony when you’re done." Hosea tells them and Luca gestures for Dutch, Arthur and (y/n) to follow him. Arthur crooks his right arm out to (y/n) and she loops her left arm around it as they head upstairs, down a hall and out towards these double doors that lead out to a balcony.

"Ah, the angry cowboys, you’ve arrived…and you’ve washed." Bronte said, happily, then he turns to his friends. "For the first time this month no doubt." he said in Italian to his friends and they laugh. (Y/n) narrows her eyes and Bronte took notice of her. "Ahhh...and here I thought you couldn't get more beautiful!" He said and he takes her hand and kisses the back of it.

(y/n) gives a fake smile to him as Dutch said. "This is quite a party you’ve invited us to." Obviously, he was trying to derail the conversation. "Yes, quite something…although I’m not quite sure what." Bronte said as they look out towards the grounds below.

"So…this is Saint Denis high society?" Dutch asked Bronte. "Yes, apparently so." Bronte said. "And all these people…th-these are friends of yours, Signor Bronte?" Dutch asked. "No, no, no, not quite…not quite…but they certainly are afraid of me. Like that one. See that wretch…he’s the Mayor. Henri Lemieux. He’ll do anything for a dollar…and I mean anything." Bronte said as he points out a tall older man with sideburns on his face and wearing small oval shaped glasses and a tuxedo. "Politics is a foul business." Dutch jokes and Bronte chuckles.

"Yes. Oh, and that one too. That is…Alberto Fussar. He owns a sugar plantation out on the island and he…comes here to whore and despoil himself." Bronte said as he points at a man with tan skin and black hair and wearing a uniform with medals. Bronte laughs with Dutch then he points out another man, who was a bit on the heavier side and a young woman was hugging up on him.

"Oh, oh, and that…that is Hobart Crawley. A Confederate…major in the war. A big hero they say, but that is his…his very young wife. I mean…a young mistress. That’s the natural order of things, yes? But a young wife…it’s unseemly." Bronte laughs then he points out to two Native American men, who walked up to the mayor.

"Oh, oh, the redskins. I have no sympathy for them because whoever is stupid enough…to be tricked by the Americans…they get what they deserve, huh?" Bronte laughs. (Y/n) watches them in pity as the Native Americans hands a letter to the mayor. "Yes, hand a letter to the mayor. Oh yeah…that’ll save you." Bronte taunts and (y/n) shakes her head in pity.

"And that…that is Hector Fellowes. The self-righteous newspaperman. Maybe, maybe you will kill him for me one day?" Bronte said to Dutch. Dutch gives him a look before he speaks.

"Well, we’re not paid killers as such…not in cold blood anyway." Dutch said and Bronte seemed a bit taken aback by this. "I did not know you were so particular that uh…you wouldn’t help a friend." he said. "Oh, I’m willing to help in any way I can…within reason." Dutch replied and Bronte seemed confused but (y/n) could've sworn she saw a flicker of anger in his eyes.

"I’m going to pretend to understand what that means." Bronte said. "I meant no offence, sir." Dutch said, raising his hands. "None taken…none taken. All these vulgar people…they hate me." Bronte said then he turns out towards the balcony and waves at the people below. "I look forward to watching you die." he said in Italian and he and his friends laugh.

"Well, uh, it has…been wonderful conversing with you. But I can tell that you are very busy…and I won’t waste anymore of your time." Dutch said. "Yes, yes, yes go enjoy yourselves…and mingle with these vulgar scum. It’ll make you long for the days…when you could shoot each other…and screw cows out on the open range." Bronte said, laughing, and Dutch just gives him a look.

"Those sure were the days…Good day, gentlemen." Dutch said, holding back his annoyance. "Good day to you. But before you go…what exactly are your plans here?" Bronte asked. "We’ve not made any…" Dutch stops then turns back to Bronte. "...well…we are going to need some money."

"Money…yes, of course. Well, there’s, there’s money at the trolley station. They keep a lot of cash there in the day. Now I could not involve myself in such matters…but you…as a guest, yes…As my guest, do it. Okay, good day, gentlemen." Bronte said then he laughs as Dutch gives a small smile. "Goodbye." Dutch said and the three of them leave as Bronte and his friends laugh and drink.

"I’ll show you to the party, gentlemen and lady. If you’ll kindly follow me." Luca said and he leads them down the stairs. "Gentlemen and madam, enjoy your evening and welcome once again to Saint Denis. Ciao, ciao." Luca said and Dutch, (y/n) and Arthur head outside to meet up with Hosea and Bill.

"Gentlemen…let’s go ingratiate ourselves." Dutch said to them. "Okay." Arthur and (y/n) said. "Go find the mayor if you can, and stay outta trouble. And steal nothing…unless it’s information." Dutch tells them. "Of course." Arthur said then Dutch turns to Hosea and Bill. "Hosea, you go find us some place to rob. Bill, go make us some new friends. I’m gonna find out if old Cornwall and what’s-his-name, Milton, knows we’re here. Gentlemen, be well." Dutch said and everyone spreads out and looks among the crowd.

Arthur and (y/n) walk around the crowd when they hear a man choking. They walk over and see the man choking and Arthur goes over to him and helps him. Finally, the man coughs the nut and begins to catch his breath. "You okay?" Arthur asked the man. "Oh, my Lord…The pesky nut…what a way to go, eh?" the man said as he catches his breath then he turns to Arthur.

"Thank you, sir, oh…yes…thank you…Algernon Wasp." Wasp said, appreciatively, then he holds his hand out to him. "Hello…uh, Tacitus Kilgore." Arthur greets and he shakes Wasp's hand then he gestures to (y/n). "My wife, Caroline." He said and Wasp shakes her hand.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs...Kilgore…W-what is it that, uh…that you do?" Wasp asked Arthur. "I’m, uh…I’m an adventurer." Arthur replied. "Oh! Me too…pursuer of the exotic and the remarkable. An aesthete in this land of common place…heathens." Wasp said then he pulls out a small card and hands it to Arthur. "My card, sir. Pay me a visit in my…atelier…Algerie. I-I must just go and purge…I intend to stay thin…until I pass away. Good evening." Wasp said and he walks away.

"What an odd fellow." (Y/n) remarks as Arthur pockets the card. "Yeah..." said Arthur then he looks over at a small table with some glasses and a bottle of champagne. He walks over to the table, grabbed the bottle and holds out to (y/n).

"Champagne?" He asked her and she smiles then nods to him. He pours a glass for her and hands it to her. "Thank you, Arthur." She said and she takes a sip but something about the drink tasted odd, which made her scrunch up her face in disgust.

Arthur noticed the face she made and gives her a worried look. "(Y/n)? You okay?" He asked. "I'm not sure. The champagne tastes odd." She said and he takes her glass and takes a sip. "It tastes fine to me, darlin'." He said and (y/n) furrows her brow. "Maybe I'm coming down with something. Things have been tasting weird to me lately." (Y/n) said.

Arthur was about to say something when they hear someone say. "It ain’t complex, Lemieux…and only an idiot like you, buddy, would try to make it so." They look over and see the Mayor with a group of men and he didn't seem to like one of his companions that much. "I will not deny idiocy, sir, but perhaps now is not the time." Lemieux said. "Typical pansy." the drunk man sneered and Arthur and (y/n) walk over to them.

"You’re drunk, Ferdinand." Lemieux said. "I’m not drunk, you fool…but this man…this man loves darkies." Ferdinand laughs then Arthur pats his shoulder. "You are pretty drunk. What’s say you and me cool off?" he said and he leads Ferdinand away. "Get your hands off me." Ferdinand demanded as Arthur walks him away from Lemieux.

"Come on, sleep it off." Arthur said then he throws the drunk off the party. "Sit down and calm down…count to a thousand. Then you can rejoin the party." Arthur tells Ferdinand then he walks back over to Lemieux, (y/n) and some of Lemieux's friend.

"Thank you, sir." Lemieux said and he shakes Arthur’s hand. "My pleasure." Arthur said and he places an arm around (y/n)'s waist. "Henri Lemieux…I hope you’re enjoying my party." Lemieux said. "The mayor?" Arthur asked. "Allegedly." Lemieux jokes. "That’s quite a place you got here." Arthur said and Lemieux chuckles. "It’s not mine… and the city is horribly in debt…but we can still put on a good show. Do you know Evelyn Miller?" Lemieux asked as he points at a man with dark hair and (y/n)'s jaw dropped a bit.

"My Lord…the writer?" She asked and Miller seemed taken aback at this. "Well, we seem to have another deranged drunkard on our hands." he jokes but then the fireworks begin to go off.

Everyone stops what their doing and look up at the colorful explosion of lights appear in the sky. "Wow, beautiful, isn't it?" (Y/n) asked. Arthur looks up at the sky for a moment then looks over at (y/n) to see the wonder and enjoyment on her face. "That it is." He said and (y/n) looks over at him and they share a look before they lean in and share a loving kiss.

At that moment, a servant of Lemieux approaches him. "Excuse me, pardon…excuse me, pardon…Messieurs, please…Mr. Cornwall was quite insistent, I’m afraid…he shouted down the telephone for several minutes." the servant said and this catches Arthur and (y/n)'s attention as they break their kiss and listen in on the conversation.

"Mr. Cornwall is a horse’s ass…and a bad horse." Lemieux said to his servant, Pierre. "I’m very sorry, sir." Pierre said. "It’s not your fault…I’m a fool for trusting him. I’ll come and sign it in a minute…let me enjoy the fireworks." Lemieux said. "Of course." Pierre said and he starts to walk away as Dutch comes up to the duo.

"Did he just say something about Cornwall?" Dutch asked in a whisper. "Yes." Arthur and (y/n) said, in unison. "Find out what." he tells them. "Sure." Arthur said and he takes (y/n) by the hand and they follow Pierre as all the guests look up at the firework.

"No problems?" Pierre asked a guard as they make their way towards the side of the manor, Arthur and (y/n) keeping their distance. "Everything’s fine…we have the place well secured." the guard said. "Good, Mr. Bronte has a habit of wandering about and reading whatever he likes." said Pierre. "We’re watching him and his men like hawks." the guard said and Pierre nods. "Thank you, Mr. Terapin." Pierre said and he makes his way inside of the manor, Arthur and (y/n) follow him until they duck by the doorway.

"Is everything taken care? The telephone, it keeps ringing." Luca asked Pierre. "The mayor said he will sign later." Pierre said and Luca walks away as Pierre heads to the back part of the house, the duo still on his tail until they go to hide. "Marie! Marie!" Pierre shouts and a maid comes up to him. "Have you lost your mind? I said, have you lost your mind? Come here. Come here…look at me. Look at me!" Pierre demands then he slaps her. (Y/n) jumped a bit at this and gasped as Pierre continues to reprimand the maid.

"Who do you think you are? This area is not meant for the likes of you, you know this. The standards in this house are slipping. This is a final warning to you miss. A final warning! Now get out of my sight." he shouts and the maid runs off then Pierre starts to turn and, quickly, Arthur pulls (y/n) back, to keep them out of sight.

(Y/n) leans up against the wall and Arthur stands in front of her, his hands braced against the wall on either side of her head. They look at each other for a moment and (y/n) felt her heart beating hard against her chest, as well as did Arthur. Arthur glances over and sees Pierre starting to head upstairs.

Arthur and (y/n) follow him and they see him go into another room. They hide around the corner as they see Pierre go up to a desk and hides some documents in the drawer before he leaves. Arthur and (y/n) walk into the room and Arthur gets the drawer open and pulls out the documents and flicks through them.

"Mr. Leviticus Cornwall…Top secret…extremely confidential. Very interesting…" he mutters as (y/n) looks around. "We better get back to Dutch." She said and Arthur nods then the two make their way out of the room, down the stairs and towards the balcony where Dutch was standing. 

"Find anything?" Dutch asked them and Arthur pats his pocket, which is where he was hiding the documents. "I think so." he said as Bill and Hosea comes over to them. "Nothing…this town is a waste of time." Bill grumbles. "Maybe not…Arthur…Gentlemen and madam…I think we’re done here." said Hosea and they start to go head back inside the manor and back towards the front door.

"What did you find out?" Dutch asked Hosea. "There’s plenty of money moves through here, of course, and I…I think I found out how we can grab some of it. A big bank…a real one, I mean, but not yet." Hosea informs. "A city bank?" Dutch asked, intrigued. "Maybe…and a stuffed one. If we’re gonna leave, that could be the one thing we need." Hosea said.

"There’s also that trolley car station Signor Bronte told us about, and I heard about a high stakes poker game…Come on…" Dutch said as they head back outside and get their weapons back from the guard. "Here comes Lenny. Alright, let’s get in…and go home." Dutch said and they get into the carriage and drive away.

"I ain’t never felt so awkward in all my life…all them folk, all so pleased with themselves. High society’s pigeon shit. If you ask me…it’s more like torture." Bill said, loudly, from the passenger seat. "Well, that’s sort of the point of it isn’t it…let the people torture themselves." Dutch yells back at them just as Arthur hands the documents to him.

"Here’s them papers I took." he said as Dutch takes them. "Anybody see you take this?" Dutch asked him as he flicks through the documents. "I don’t think so." said Arthur as (y/n) shakes her head. "I didn't see anybody." She said and Dutch places his pointer finger and thumb on his chin. "I might have an idea…let me think on it." Dutch said as they make their way back to Shady Belle.

The next day, Arthur wakes up then looks down to see (y/n) had curled up to his chest, her head laying on his chest over his heart. Arthur smirks and kisses the top of her head and, quietly, starts to get up and change clothes. He walks by a small cot, where Annebeth was sleeping, and he smiles down at the young girl then kneels down to the sleeping girl and kisses the top of head then he walks out of his room and Dutch walks out of his own room and comes up to him.

"Interesting times…" Dutch said. "I guess. So, what’s next? Dancing lessons? Deportment?" Arthur asked. "More along the lines of armed robbery. Hosea’s handling reconnaissance on the bank. He and Abigail are gonna run some distractions. See how the law reacts." Dutch said. "Good." said Arthur.

"Oh, and I spoke to Evelyn Miller. A fine man. Here helping the Indian chief we saw." Dutch said. "Yeah, I met him too, with the mayor." said Arthur. "He’s lobbying officials in Saint Denis on their behalf. Maybe we could help?" Dutch said, questioning, and Arthur shrugs. "Maybe." he said.

"Now, I think there’s a lot of money on the riverboat. A lot of money. And Trelawny, he’s investigating for us. He says to meet him at the tailors." Dutch said. "Okay." Arthur said and Dutch smiles then pats Arthur’s shoulder. "One big score down here, Arthur, and we disappear. We’re almost heading home." Dutch said.

"And where is home?" Arthur asked him. "I don’t know…exactly. But I can smell it." Dutch said with a small smile. "I’m gonna go investigate this trolley thing…old Bronte was talking about." Dutch said. "Okay." Arthur said and Dutch goes over to the staircase and heads down the stairs.