She 'as set up a punchin' bag, she 'as, and is workin' out on it like a pit bull. I sawr it wif me own eyes, 'angin in the sun room it was! I fink she's plannin' some violence 'ere. I fink the 'elp around 'ere will be treadin' lightly is what I finks about it. She's got a look in 'er eyes that bodes ill for them as what ain't got their wits about 'em...

Cap'n West, e's been called back to London on "urgent business", so the lady must fight 'er battles on 'er own, and I believe she's quite capable of it. I wouldn't bleedin' test 'er. I values me peace of mind and bodily 'ealth besides.

Sorry. Must remain nameless.