Harry Fisher; Getting His Hands Dirty
Subject: Collecting Rents Where: Thompson and Marsh, suppliers of jewellery, on the boarder of Hackney and Westminster City, London Who: Harry Fisher Warnings: none Open to: Thérèse du Labarre
He didn't normally do this himself, but Thompson and Marsh were special customers. They paid well, and on time, and were always polite. And willing to supply Harry with whatever trinkets he needed for the Theatre, or for whatever client he wished to impress. They were even more keen to keep up their payments after the burglary some months ago, conducted by a street-gang completely unconnected with Harry's own.
Or at least, that what he had told them. Whether they believed it or not, they paid. And the shop, frequented by lords, ladies and merchants of the highest class, was a good client. It protected their shop and it's wares from attacks from other gangs, and ensured Harry's own left them alone. It was a fine situation.
He stepped inside, and smiled at the proprietor, Mr Thompson, and although he noticed the man pale slightly, and step back from the counter as Harry stepped deeper into the shop. "I thought I'd come and pick up what was owed personally, Mr Thompson. And perhaps pick out a few other items?" He smiled, rubbing his hands together as he looked over the velvet cushions, displaying fined cut semi-precious stones and elegant silver. "Something... a little more refined then our usual."