The Hideaway - Silentium

Over here, miss.

Here he is.

He wasn’t in he’s room at the inn last monday,

right, and I

Went looking for him.

I found him here in a poor fettle.

I thought I’d better

fetch you, miss

Prudence

My god it’s him… Antracon…my love

Their eyes so hollow so hollow

What’s happened to you?

Why are you all covered in blood?

Every whore shall burn… every whore shall burn

Hickson, help him up to the street and into my carriage.

We’ve…

Here we go sir Prudence… got to get him out of town.

We’ll take him to my

father’s

Hunting lodge