IN WHICH Tobias, the barber’s apprentice, has become absolutely certain Sweeney Todd is murdering his customers — Colonel Jeffery and Johanna Oakley decide that the murdered Mr. Thornhill must be Johanna’s missing beau, Mark, in disguise ... are they right? — and finally, Sweeney Todd dresses as a duke to try to basically pawn the string of pearls to a high-end moneylender.

A tip-top evening to all you ladybirds, out-and-outers, gravel-tax collectors and knights of the brush and moon! Welcome once again to our sky-parlor — the official chaffing crib of the 1846 Winter Olympics! Yet another Saturday night is upon us, wherefore ‘tis the hour at which we schuck our flyers and put up our pins and take the chill off with a tumbler full of good French red tape cut with a steaming splash of Adam’s Ale. Then, swivel yer lugs my way, because another rare bit of prattlery in the form of the Penny Dreadful Story Hour is upon us like Sir Francis Varney on a bit of muslin!