“Well, it is unexpected,” Crutchie admits, scratching the back of his neck. “Folks is sayin’ more heiresses are next. That this lady was ransomed and her pa paid a pretty penny… only not to see her at all.”
He shrugs.
“But that’s just the news, sir. Dunno if it’s true.”
Rathore flicks through the paper, skimming the story. "I'm not so sure myself. It's not their modus operandi." He looks up at the vendor, now a little interested. "What else are folks saying?"
Crutchie smiles innocently at the idea of some boss telling him to sell for a higher price. His only boss is himself! And he just got this fella, hook line and sinker.
“Yes sir, all the way from Rochester! Folks is sayin’ the MOB kidnapped her!”
Crutchie Morris / rp account
Crutchie Morris / rp account
*how much*?!
well . . . alright. ( taking some change from his pocket and handing it over: ) but you should *tell your bosses* that there's *no news* worth thirty--
( reading the headline. ) though perhaps i spoke too soon. a missing heiress, mmm?
𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄.
𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄.
Oh yes sir!
That’ll be thirty cents, thank you sir.
Crutchie Morris / rp account
If I do, will you stop *shouting*?
𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄.
Won’t anyone buy a paper from a POOR, ORPHAN BOY?
Yeah, that’s right. That was my line first.
