Izzy laughs with something like delight when he sees the address, and brightens even more when he is given the second.

The real address is safely stored in the little pocket of his waistcoat which he holds a hand over as if to offer his loyal secrecy.

It's only then that he leans in a bit, face taking on a bit of mischief. He isn't all stuffy fabrics and ledgers.

"There is no circular."

But it might be a good idea.

See this? This right here is why he loves London so. It's a horrible, stinking cesspool but he would be very hard pressed indeed to have this sort of easy luck in Liverpool. It makes all the traveling and drudgery tolerable.