Fetch some water, she said... Use the bucket, she said...

 

Clever Jeanette was able to easily decipher the code once she realized it was just very poor handwriting.

 

Step One of Clever Jeanette's plan had been executed flawlessly.

 

Clever Jeanette took a moment to admire her handiwork. The plan was going splendidly.

Clever Jeanette was thrilled to attend her first cotillion despite her certainty that the blind date her cousin had arranged was not quite her type.

 

It seems you've made the classic mistake of bringing a cane to a gunfight.

Dark Charity kept a watchful eye, knowing full well the bells on the caboose would draw the ghastly creature's attention. 

 

Despite her best effort to stay awake, Clever Jeanette swiftly succumbed to the spell of the slumbering spectre.

 

Clever Jeanette felt the solution was just beyond her reach.

Dark Charity was vexed to discover that what she had assumed was the Captain's Log was actually a well-worn copy of Little Women.

 

It worked!

 

Little did Clever Jeanette know that the seedy underbelly of the city was right next door.

 

Sheets McGee was betting Captain Blackthorne wouldn't notice a missing trinket or two. Or three.

 

 

Their attempt to take the handcar would have met with great success had Sheets McGee removed his foot from the brake.

 

 

Dark Charity had not a moment of doubt, certain her guise as the Avon Lady would ensure her admittance to the house.