Carry on Dick Page #3

I think we'll have a word with the good rector.

What for, Captain?

It never does any harm

to have the godly on one's side.

Whoa.

Good day, gentlemen. May I be of help?

Possibly. Are you the rector here?

That is my good fortune, sir.

The Reverend Flasher.

Well, Reverend Flasher,

is there somewhere confidential we can talk?

In the vestry. Follow me.

Ow!

Tom, I'd like to speak

to these gentlemen privately.

Right, sir.

This looks more like an armoury

than a vestry, Rector.

We do find it useful to keep a few pistols handy.

Against thieves, you mean?

And reluctant bridegrooms.

Thank you, Tom. You may go.

I've got the odd feeling

I've seen that man somewhere before.

Gentlemen, I don't like to rush you, but I have

a marriage and a christening to perform today.

Sounds as if they keep you busy, Rector.

The same parties are concerned in both events.

Methinks someone's

been putting the cart before the horse.

That's the usual practice here, I'm afraid.

Yes, a romp in the hay is worth

a bun in the oven, anytime!

All right, thank you,

we don't wish to know that, Sergeant.

- Sergeant?

- Yes. Confidentially, we are Bow Street runners.

In truth?

In truth,

I am Captain Fancey, this is Sergeant Strapp.

- Why be so secretive about it?

- We don't want anyone to know who we are,

especially the one they call Big Dick.

Then why tell me?

A man in your position

has everyone's confidence.

You might hear of something of value to us.

Yes, Captain, but if I did, I couldn't possibly

betray that confidence. You know that.

There's a reward of 100 guineas

for information leading to his capture.

Perhaps I could make an exception.

I thought you might.

I'm a mere man like yourself.

I'd like to get my organ in use again.

I beg your pardon?!

The bellows are leaking

and it does cost so much to repair it.

If you do hear anything,

we shall be at the Old Cock Inn.

- Ah, yes. I know it.

- Incognito, don't forget, so mum's the word.

Yes, Mum.

- Beg your pardon, sir.

- Yes, Harriet, what is it?

Mistress Hoggett sent me to say

the wedding party is coming.

Gentlemen, if you'll excuse me.

We'll be leaving you now.

- That way.

- Of course, yes.

A comely wench indeed!

I wouldn't mind putting my cart before her.

The cart before...

Bye, my love.

That tall one...

I'm sure he was one of the Bow Street runners

the other night.

- They both are.

- How do you know?

They told me.

They want me to help them catch Big Dick!

Here, does this mean

we've got to lie low for a bit?

Well, we'll see.

What did he mean when he said

he wanted to put his cart before me?

That's a bit difficult to explain in so many words.

Couldn't you show me?

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