The streets of London were tattered and torn, the idea of a life higher than what one was born into was nearly impossible to imagine… if you didn’t have the right connections. Some people turn to crime to find the ups in life; others will turn to siding with Scotland Yard and work for the law. Then there are few, very few, who find the means to live in the middle.
A young man finished up the payment of his tea in a well-known tea establishment and left with a pep in his step. He had intention on serving the tea to his love before he proposed. “Pathetic.” The young man that stood behind the counter who sold the tea; a shake of his head left his hat unmoved as he slid the money into his staff and locked it away. The idea of love was nothing he really understood, the man behind the counter had never been in love but knew all too well that the life he chose to live was nothing good for a woman. At least that’s how society would view the situation and sometimes, he needed to follow some of society’s rules.
After securing the safe, the young man locked the tea shop door behind him and started down the street adjusted the hat on top of his head. The rough looking brown hat clashed with his decent looking brown shirt and black jacket with black slacks but he didn’t care. Everyone knew that hat, everyone knew the person who wore it, everyone all around the London and parts beyond know of Hatter.
Hatter continued his walk down the street, his large hands in his pockets as he did so. The perks to owning a tea shop came with receiving very valuable information from not just one end but both ends. Hatter had information any and all sides would value, whether they knew it or not. The only side that understood his value was Scotland Yard which kept their contacts with him very secretive and quiet. Even if he did openly meet the detective of their choice at his own estate. Unfortunately the old officer he used to work with put in his retirement and how Hatter was off to meet someone else; the new person he was supposed to work with.
A short walk to the corner allowed Hatter to flag down the carriage. Because of his line of work, he never took a carriage from his personal home; he took one either from the tea shop or down a few blocks. He also never had the same driver twice. A smile moved across his face as he looked up at the driver. “Hello Marcus, how’s the family?” The young man had a strong Scottish accent that brought a deepness to his personality and playfulness as he climbed into the carriage.
“Melissa’s given birth to our healthy baby girl, her name’s Rose. Where to Hatter?” Marcus looked down, back at the door in time to see Hatter handing him a piece of paper. Taking the paper he studied the address and gave it a small laugh. “Haven’t taken someone there in years.” He said with a nod as he kicked the horses into a trot. “Wouldn’t be seeking the young maiden who lives there would you Hatter?”
A laugh escaped him from the open window as Hatter leaned out, his yellow-green eyes twinkling up at the driver. “A young maiden you say, well I do intend on doing some business; maybe I’ll have to put that on my to-do list while I’m there. Now drive, I don’t want to be late.”
“Yes sir.” He said with a laugh as they started off. Within an hour they had arrived to the large manor outside of the city and pulled to a stop. Climbing out he paid the man for the ride and sent him on his way as he strolled through the garden path up to the door and gave it a firm knock.