Young Hawkes was unfazed. “We all find ourselves in unusual circumstances from time to time.” “Yes, well, Miss Lion has outdone herself tonight, as you can see.” “I am not a child under your censure, Islington.” “Your behaviour might suggest otherwise.” “Manhandling me right out of The Drunken Duck doesn’t bode well for your own maturity.” Hawkes blinked. “Islington has appointed himself my guardian angel,” I told Young Hawkes. “Which certainly means misery for us all.”
