“Well, that was a sodding disaster, excuse my language,” Pitezel said, scraping dough off of his coat. “Women shouldn’t be allowed in bakeries, as my dearest mother used to say. It’ll be the ruination of the species.”
Eddowes frowned and straightened his tie. After encountering heavier-than-expected resistance, he and the others had retreated in good order back to the car, piling in like a something out of a film, arms and elbows and feet everywhere, at least in the case of Pitezel and Stack....