Due to her vast information network, in which she acquired all manner of disturbing reports, Jean was well aware of the fact that George would be returning to the station house soon. With this precious knowledge in mind, she promptly took off for the precinct and stationed herself directly within the main entrance, and then with some difficulty composed her sensitive nerves. The opportunity to be in his presence twice in one day was quite unheard of and had rattled her greatly. Pretending to read the newspaper helped slightly in this endeavour in that it gave her something else to focus on. However, her hands still trembled with anticipation.

Only about a minute later George appeared before her and she did her best to restrain the smile that always threatened to expose her true feelings, as if she were wearing nothing more than a negligee. Not that she even owned such a devilish piece of clothing...but if George asked her to wear one, she was quite certain she would bow to his diabolical whim.

As usual George was delighted by her presence and rubbed his tired eyes to view her all the more clearly. For a second such flattery for her face and figure was almost too much to bear but she pulled herself together and engaged with her beloved once more.

"The Jubilee Singers have quite taken leave of their senses!"

"Well, I thought they were very respectable, Miss Hamilton! Your kind of entertainment!"

The first comment shocked her, the second baffled. What did he mean, your kind of entertainment? Weren't they of the same persuasion? Wasn't George a good wholesome individual like herself?

Discrediting his observations as the confused ramblings of a weary constable- she had it on good authority that he had been working non stop for over eight hours straight-she continued their important discussion, only later realizing that despite her best efforts she had indeed spoken her inner, forbidden thoughts aloud with her next comment, something she would forever reprimand herself for in private.

"You cannot rely on anyone these days. Instead of those charming plantation songs, they are now performing acts of lewdness."

"Lewdness!" her charming companion commiserated.

"On stage no less," she admonished, glad that he was coming around to her way of thinking again, the correct and proper way.

They had made their way over to his rather cluttered and unseemly desk but she forgave all that when he politely asked her to take a seat and then eyed her with intense interest.

Jean held out the paper to him. "It's all in there constable, every last frightful detail."

When he reached out to take said paper from her, their fingers briefly brushed against one another and a thrill passed through her. If her hands had been bare, she had little doubt the contact would have caused her to faint.

George's lovely eyes scanned through the document with astonishing speed. Afterwards he glanced up at her and said, "Miss Hamilton, this account does not sound so very frightful-"

What was going on here? Had her beloved taken leave of his senses as well?

"It most certainly is frightful! The author clearly states the band was playing more devil music while the negress was dancing in a most infamous manner! Forgoing a corset even!"

"Yes, but wasn't that only as a means to allow full body movement?"

"That is hardly the point constable!" she exclaimed rather shocked by his disregard for propriety. "The only acceptable time to remove such a piece of clothing is in the privacy of one's own home! Not for the entire city to witness! Such behaviour is quite beyond the pale and is a direct affront to the morals of our God fearing citizenry!"

"She won't be undressing in front of everyone, Miss Hamilton...just dancing."

"I shudder to think of such a vulgar display without the proper attire! No doubt she will half expose herself again sending the men into a wild, erotic frenzy! You must do something about this disturbing revelation before it is too late! Before the city is doomed!"

"And what would you have me do?" he asked, sighing.

"Whatever it takes! Arrest them all if necessary!"

He didn't respond and wouldn't even look at her, indeed, she was finding it hard to look at him either, he was infuriating her so.

"Miss Hamilton," he said sighing even louder, "they have paid for the venue and received all the required receipts..and blessings from the owners of the theatre. They are well within their rights to showcase themselves as they please."

With those words, she very nearly slapped him, the veil surrounding her dewy eyes tossed aside, revealing the rarely glimpsed truth: George was just as much a heathen as the rest of them! Of course she had always had some notion of this given his talk with that woman last summer...but she had forgiven such behaviour after learning it had been a necessary evil in order to rid the city of a plague of nudists! Now however, his refusal to take action was very nearly making her cry.

"I warn you, constable," she threatened, standing up, "the good citizens of Toronto will not permit this depravity!"

Finally she caught his eye and hoped his unaccounted for, uncooperative nature was at an end. "Yes, of course, Miss Hamilton."

With a curt nod she left, praying that the temperance league would succeed in this most dire of missions. For if they did not, the souls of many would be irrevocably lost, including his own.