In scenes of extraordinary derring-do Scarlett and Albert, who become inseparable, perform bank heists and outwit criminals, fleeing on a boat at night with the help of Joe and his granddaughter Ettie to the free isle of London. Stroud does not compromise. Scarlett is unpleasant, hard to love; Albert is irritating, weak. Yet through skill and good writing we begin to love and understand this odd couple, mini-me John Waynes, and by the end we’d pay a ransom (or at least the paperback cover price) to see them again. Luckily for us there is a new one trotting over the horizon . . .