Madame Swinton, Seeta, and a number of onlookers waited outside as the degenerate indwellers were 'escorted' from the Myrkentown Tea House. The sunshine laid as pelt on their backs, heightening the importance of returning to those shady rooms.
They hadn't seen much coming out of the tearoom as yet, but for constables going back and forth. One of them neared the Madame who was standing on the other side of the street. Those who were in the apothecary's shop had come out to see what the matter was. They interviewed the woman, whom none of them trusted but couldn't help liking, to find out the status of her home across the way.
It was her hope that the man coming forward in his regulation, constabulary gray would bring them the news they were all itching for.
There was no telling where Lavender was, but she hoped the girl had the mind to stay upstairs, even if she didn't gain access to her own room.
Worry lined her brow as the officer came upon the small crowd that she centered. Congested by these other people packing themselves in, she pulled her arms from her sides and folded them around her upper body. Sweat gleamed on her skin. It thickened her auburn hair and caused the cling of the blouse on her back.
She was just about to address the officer when a complete, bulking man was thrown from the teahouse. Those surrounding Madame Swinton drew a same, surprised gasp at the same time, matching her own aspiration at witnessing Herrold's outsized body landing half on the street.
Thought was in the Madame to move forward with concern, even though the large man had taken too much advantage of the weakened tearoom staff.