"We need to get back to that warehouse in Southwark so that I can examine it properly for clues, that should tell us our next location."

He would ignore that jibe about being kidnapped, he could hardly help it if everyone once in a while someone came and clocked him on the back of the head. Besides, John could hardly claim a much better record, he had also ended up face down at the mercy of Sebastian Moran.

"Snow again, typical, the taxis won't run for much longer. Hurry up, John, before we miss one entirely and have to walk."

He does not want to try walking all the way to Southwark, that's six miles away.