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HEADLESS CHICKENS

It was as if the city were on fire!

Beauregard was at the Cafe de Paris when the cry went up With Kate Reed and several other reporters, he ran to the police station The street was full of people running and shouting Aabout his neck, drunkenly sement of God was at hand, that va the shop A come-down for the detective, but a responsible position Apparently, Lestrade was at the murder site and Abberline off duty Kate dashed out to find Dutfield&039;s Yard, but Beauregard decided to stay

&039;Nothing we can do yet, sir,&039; the sergeant said &039;I&039;ve put a dozen &039;

&039;Surely the ed &039;Not if he&039;s careful Or if he wears a reversible&039;

&039;I beg your pardon?&039;

Thick opened his grey tweed coat and showed a tartan interior &039;Turns inside out You can wear it both ways&039;

&039;Clever&039;

&039;This is a bloody ard&039;

A couple of unifored in the -s o&039;s fearless Knights of Christendoed away from the Crusader&039;s whisky breath

&039;The unholy leeches shall be&039;

Thick balled the hood and shoved it in the vandal&039;s mouth

&039;Lock him up and let him sleep it off,&039; he ordered the constables &039;We&039;ll talk about charges when the shopkeepers get up toe he&039;s done&039;

For the first tiard was at hand when the ht as well be safe in bed in Chelsea for all he could do

&039;Headless chickens, we are, sir,&039; Thick said &039;Running around in bloody circles&039;

Beauregard hefted his sword-cane, and wished the Ripper would coht