Victoria needs saving. Servegood gets his master off the gin via tough love and a mace. There will be no more gin drinking and Thames hurling; it is time to bring Grimstone down! Cue sap and a blunderbuss. This was okay.
“I really must grow a moustache to twirl.”
“Thank you crone.”
“Curse you life giving sun!”
“The law of Cavet Idiot.”