Welcome to Unobscured, a production of I Heart Radio and Aaron Minky.

Mrs. Mortimer heard steps pass by in the street.

That was nothing unusual though.

In fact, she recognized these steps.

They were the heavy, measured tread of a constable, passing the house as he always did walking

his beat.

Or so she thought, it's hard to tell from just the sound of footsteps slapping on wet

cobblestones.

But it was a familiar sound to Mrs. Mortimer and it brought her to her front door.

She stood there for a while and took in the night air for what she guessed was a half hour.

The night was damp and the stones and walls around her were wet.

And then someone else came walking by and she watched him pass.

There were a few things she noticed about the man.

First he was carrying a shiny black bag.

Second he was moving quickly.

And as he moved along the street Mrs. Mortimer noticed that he glanced at the Jewish

socialist club that stood four doors down from her home on Berner Street, a club at

Dutfield Yard.

It was nearly one in the morning.

So Mrs. Mortimer went back inside and prepared for bed.

That would have been when the steward of the socialist club rattled by in his carts pulled

by a donkey.

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