“Yuk! You wouldn’t happen to have a blanket or anything, would you?” Abigail asked her father, flashing him a sweet smile, but Jacob’s frown remained in place.

“Funnily enough I didn’t exactly come equipped to drag my daughter of the Thames,” he replied, but he was already removing his own coat for her.

“I’m sorry father. I didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt…I was just having fun…” Abigail was now sobbing uncontrollably, something she very rarely did, and Jacob couldn’t stand seeing his daughter like that.

“Let her out or let me in. But either way, open that damn door!” Jacob ordered the Policeman, in a low growl. He didn’t argue. He unlocked the door and as soon as it was open, Abigail launched herself at her father. Jacob wrapped his strong arms around her and held her tight. He turned to Abberline, who was standing silently in the doorway.

“Let me take her home. Please Freddy, she’s just a kid.”

“Maybe you should of thought about that when you started training her how to kill people,” Freddy told him sternly.