Joe smiled. "I thought about that when I knocked on Florrie"s door so I told "er me name was Maitland. In fact it"s Murphy. Our family come from Ireland originally."
They had strolled slowly back to the hall and when they reached the entrance steps William turned to face the young man. "I"ve got no reason ter like Galloway," he said, frowning, "but I"ve known "im since we were kids tergevver. "E"s a lot o" fings, but I don"t fink "e"d get involved in murder."
"Well, we"ve got four names an" I"m not gonna rest till we get the fifth," Joe replied. "What"s more, I"m gonna get those tournaments stopped. I owe it ter me bruvver Pat. If in the process I find out Galloway was be"ind me bruvver"s killin", so much the better."
They had climbed the few steps and William turned at the entrance to the hall. "I was told yer go ter the fights," he said with a wry smile. "So that"s the reason why."
Joe nodded. "I"ve got enough evidence tergevver, an" if it was a straightforward matter I"d "ave turned it all over by now," he said bitterly.
"What"s the problem?" William asked.
The young man looked at him and smiled cynically. "If I walked inter the Dock"ead nick an" gave them the evidence, the next mornin" yer"d be readin" about me. I"d be fished out o" the river or found in some alley wiv me throat cut. One o" the top coppers at Dock"ead nick is takin" a cut. "E wouldn"t be too "appy ter fink I was spoilin" "is little earner, would "e? What I"ve gotta do is bide me time until I can get "im dead ter rights, then I"ll turn the lot over ter Scotland Yard an" let them deal wiv it. Now yer can understand why I don"t want this ter go any furvver. If the wrong person got wind o" me little game, I"d be done for."
William gave him a rea.s.suring smile. "Yer got no need ter worry on that score, Joe," he replied. "There"s one fing puzzlin" me, though. Why did yer "elp me save those "orses from the fire? I would "ave thought yer"d be "appy ter see the "ole business burn down."
Joe laughed. "In the first place I was scared yer daughter was gonna get "urt. After she pulled that wild "orse away from yer she tried to go back. I "ad ter stop "er. She"s a brave young woman is Carrie. The ovver fing is, n.o.body"d suspect I"m out ter get Galloway seein" me "elp yer save the "orses, would they? In fact Galloway sent me a letter o" fanks wiv a fiver in it. I burnt the letter an" gave Florrie the money. There was no way I"d take anyfink off "im."
William laughed and put his arm round Joe"s shoulder. "D"yer know somefink?" he said. "I"m beginnin" ter feel a little sorry fer George Galloway. Now what about a drink? I could do wiv one."
The Sat.u.r.day evening train was chugging through the Kent countryside as Carrie sat close to Fred, idly watching the wisps of steam from the engine drift away and disappear over the green fields. The wedding had gone off very well, she thought. The bridesmaids had been really sweet and well behaved. It was nice to see Jessica and Freda once more but it was a pity her old school friend Sara had not been there. Carrie had written to her last-known address but there had been no reply. Carrie guessed she must have moved. She was sorry too that Mary Caldwell could not come. She was doing war-work in a munitions factory in the north of England but had sent her best wishes.
The newly-weds were alone in the carriage except for an old lady who was nodding off to sleep. Fred shyly slipped his arm around his bride. It had been a mad dash back to his house, where Carrie changed into a flower-patterned summer dress and a long cotton coat of powder blue. Her blonde hair was still nicely in place on top of her head and Fred looked admiringly at her as she snuggled back in her seat. He felt all dressed-up in his blue serge suit and collar-and-tie, with his highly polished shoes and sleeked-back greying hair. Carrie had been intrigued by the blue shadow which showed around his square chin even though he had taken care to strop the razor before shaving that morning. She felt it made him look strong and protective. She had dusted the confetti from his hair and suit and removed the carnation from his b.u.t.tonhole before they left his house. Now they were on their way to Margate and Carrie sighed contentedly as she gazed out of the window. Already she had made plans to brighten up the cafe and encourage Fred to expand the business, but now she was looking forward to a whole week in which to get to know her new husband. She had to put aside all her secret fears and make certain that the marriage would be a happy union. Carrie leant her head back against the seat and closed her eyes. She was starting out on a new adventure, she thought excitedly, but any casual observer would just think they were a married couple taking a trip to the seaside.
The old lady in the carriage was feigning sleep. She had watched as the young couple boarded the train at London Bridge Station and had noticed how the young man held the lady"s arm as he a.s.sisted her into the carriage. The pretty young thing had blushed as he squeezed her hand in his and she noticed how the young woman kept glancing at the ring on her finger. They were newly-weds for sure, the old lady told herself. It was all so obvious. Maybe she should offer the couple her good wishes for the future, but that might embarra.s.s them. Lots of couples were not too happy to let the whole world know that they were going away to make love together. That was the way she had felt all those many years ago. Perhaps it would be better if she pretended to sleep. It would allow the couple to whisper sweet nothings in each other"s ear and the young man to slip his arm around the young lady. They certainly wouldn"t do it while they were being watched, the old lady felt.
The train chugged on, pa.s.sing open fields and tiny hamlets, and Fred glanced quickly at their fellow traveller before stealing a kiss. The old lady saw the kiss through slitted eyes. She was right, she told herself, they were newly-weds. Wasn"t it clever of her to spot all the little signs? Well, it would be an hour yet before the train arrived at Margate. Perhaps she should take a short nap. Yes it was clever of her, she told herself, having completely forgotten that it was the pieces of confetti in the man"s hair which had first revealed to her their secret.
Chapter Forty.
Frank Galloway poured himself a large whisky and soda and then walked back into his bedroom. He had heard Caroline crying but the nurse had rea.s.sured him that it was only a bad dream or a tummy pain and his daughter was now sleeping soundly. Why did Bella have to go out so much in the evening? he wondered resentfully. After all, she had landed the part in the new show and should be home with him and their daughter. Once the show opened, he would see very little of her. There were to be two performances nightly as well as the matinee, which would leave Bella exhausted. Sunday would be her day of recovery as it had been the last time she was in a show, and then she had only a small part. Now that she had landed the female supporting role, Bella would be expecting him to run around the flat at her every whim, like a trained poodle. Well, he was no one"s lackey. That was nancy boy Hubert"s job. The detestable young oaf had put in his dreaded appearance once more and now seemed to be almost living in the flat. He knew where the Scotch was kept and certainly drank his share. What was it Bella called him? A popinjay? Frank knew a few more colourful ways of describing the obnoxious idiot and felt like trying them out on him next time he called at the house.
Rain was lashing against the window-panes and thunder rolled in the distance as Frank got out of bed, glanced at the alarm clock and walked over to the drawn curtains. It was only nine o"clock. They would be hours yet. As he looked out at the rain beating down on the empty street, he bit anxiously on his lip. It was a sneaky thing to do, pretending he had the shivers and saying he was going to take a sleeping pill, but he had to find out just what kind of game Hubert was really playing. Normally Bella would expect him to look out of the window as the cab pulled up and she usually made a big thing of shouting a goodnight to Hubert as she left him. Would things be different tonight when she thought Frank was sedated? he wondered. Maybe he would catch her kissing the nancy boy goodnight or blowing him a pa.s.sionate kiss as she ran up the steps to the front door. At least it would prove that Hubert was not the effeminate little toe-rag Bella made him out to be. Well, if Frank did spot any untoward goings-on, Hubert would be sorry the next time he showed his spotty little face in the flat, he vowed.
He swallowed his drink and walked back into the lounge to refill his gla.s.s.
The young nurse looked up in surprise. "I thought you were asleep," she said demurely as he made for the drinks cabinet. "I don"t wish to interfere, Mr Galloway, but it"s rather dangerous to mix sleeping pills and spirits."
Frank smiled at her. "It"s all right, I didn"t take the pill. Those things are inclined to make me sluggish next day."
The nurse went back to her magazine and Frank eyed her as he filled his gla.s.s. She wasn"t a bad-looker, he thought. Rather plump on the hips, but her eyes were a nice shade of blue behind those ugly spectacles. Maybe she was a tigress beneath that professional demeanour, stringing along several young men and dominating them. Or maybe she preferred the older man. Someone like himself who was worldly and discreet. Well if he tried his luck Bella couldn"t blame him. She gave him little enough of her time these days or nights.
"Could I offer you a drink?" he asked.
The young lady shook her head vigorously. "I never touch strong drink when I"m on duty," she replied. "The agency would be horrified."
"But they"d never know," Frank said slyly.
"No, thank you, Mr Galloway."
Frank nodded and walked back into the bedroom. I"m sure Bella hand-picked that one, he thought.
Silly fool, the nurse was thinking in the other room. Anyone who allowed his wife to have an affair right under his nose deserved all he got, and he wasn"t getting anything from her. It was so obvious that something was going on between the other two, she thought. Surely he could see it? Perhaps he was condoning it. She had heard about those strange people who got their enjoyment by listening to their promiscuous partner"s graphic accounts of their experiences. The nurse shook her head and went back to her magazine.
At ten minutes after midnight Frank heard the motor cab draw up outside and quickly went to the window. Bella seems to be taking a long time getting out, he thought as he peered through the curtains. Ah, there she is now, and there"s Hubert. My G.o.d, he"s kissing her on the lips! Frank screwed up his fists with rage as he saw the effeminate young man waving to Bella from the cab as it drew away. Hubert was going to have trouble with his lips very soon, and the rest of his face, Frank promised himself as he lay down in bed and pretended to be fast asleep.
Carrie and Fred returned from Margate on Sunday evening, and early on Monday morning the cafe opened its doors once more to the usual clientele of dockers and carmen. Bessie was as garrulous as ever as she helped in the kitchen but Fred did not seem to mind this morning. Carrie served the tea and coffee as usual and took food orders, telling herself that the first alteration would be to get a large printed menu put up behind the counter instead of that silly little sheet of paper that was pinned to the wall. The whole place could do with a coat of paint as well, and the end storeroom wall could be knocked down to make room for a few more tables, she thought. She would have to talk to Fred about the lease too. He had told her some time ago that it was running out and it would be a good idea to try to purchase the freehold.
There was no time to dwell on the changes needed as the cafe began to fill up with hurrying workers who tempered their impatience with bawdy humour.
"Find out what Fred"s doin" wiv my bacon sandwich, will yer, Carrie?" one of them asked her. "I"ve bin waitin" ten minutes. I s"pose "e"s "avin" a doze back there, tryin" ter catch up on all that sleep "e"s bin missin"."
"Come out an" show yerself, Fred," a carman called to him. "Let"s see if Carrie"s put a twinkle in yer eye."
The teasing went on throughout the morning, and Fred smiled in embarra.s.sment as he worked in the kitchen while Carrie laughed and joked with the men. There was no sense in taking offence, she thought. They were honest, hardworking men just having a bit of fun. They meant no harm, and if she was going to help her husband build up the business she could not afford to be too prim and proper.
The first day back at work seemed to pa.s.s very quickly but Carrie was grateful when she finally slipped the bolts and pulled down the blinds. She felt then that she really was in her own little place with her husband at last. Fred had already decorated the dingy flat above the shop and had turned the cluttered-up store-room into a cosy sitting-room. The upper room at the front looked out on a good view of the river in both directions and Fred had converted it into a bedroom, installing a large double bed and a satin walnut bedroom-suite. The downstairs room at the back of the shop was kept as a parlour, and that evening after tidying up the shop and wiping off the tables Fred and Carrie sat down together there, sipping their tea and unwinding. Fred had an evening paper spread out over his lap, and as Carrie glanced at him over her cup she noticed how that lock of dark, greying hair was hanging over his forehead again. It made him look younger than his years, she thought. He was staring down at the newspaper and as he read she noticed how he occasionally moved his lips, as though concentrating over a particular word or sentence. He had told her he was not a good scholar and that reading did not come easy, but Carrie knew that he ran his business very well and was certainly no fool.
As she gazed at him she thought about the honeymoon and their first night together. He had been touchingly shy and seemed to caress her body as though handling a delicate piece of china. He had not fulfilled her on their first night but she had been happy to lie close to him and let him feel how responsive she was to his nervous caresses. It was on the second night that their marriage was consummated and she had felt a warm glow inside her as she finally fell asleep in his arms. It would be a good, loving marriage, she thought. Fred had a wonderful nature. He was kind, considerate and loving, and his easy laugh made her feel happy and contented.
A knock on the side door made him look up quickly. "I wonder who that can be?" he said as he got up from his chair, frowning.
When Fred showed the young woman into the room, Carrie jumped out of her chair excitedly. "Sara!" she gasped, holding out her arms.
The two women hugged each other warmly and then Sara looked at Fred with a smile on her face. "We were ole school friends," she said, and turned towards Carrie. "I "ope "e"s takin" good care of yer," she joked.
The two young women chatted happily together while Fred was brewing fresh tea. "I got yer letter when me an" Norman got back from Scotland," Sara said. "I was so sorry ter miss yer weddin", but never mind, I"m "ere at last."
Carrie looked closely at Sara, hardly believing it was the same girl. Her face was rosy and plump, and she was smartly dressed. Her dark hair had been cut short to her neck and neatly waved, and her fawn dress and silver-buckled shoes looked expensive. Carrie recalled how her friend used to come to school in a ragged coat, a tattered dress and worn-out shoes.
""Ow"s yer family?" she asked.
"All married," Sara laughed. "The two boys are in the army an" me youngest sister married a grocer. They"ve got a nice "ouse in Bromley an" mum an" dad live wiv "em."
"Yer look like yer done well fer yerself," Carrie said with a smile.
Sara grinned. "My Norman"s a partner in an estate agent"s. We"re very "appy, I"m glad ter say."
"Any children?" Carrie asked.
Sara"s face became serious for a moment. "I can"t "ave any," she said quietly.
Fred brought in the tea and then discreetly left the two young women to chat alone with each other.
"Fred seems a nice man. I"m sure yer"ll be very "appy," Sara said, smiling.
"Did yer know me dad lost "is job?" Carrie asked her.
Sara nodded and her face became serious. "Yeah, I b.u.mped inter Jessica a few weeks ago an" she told me," she said. "It must "ave bin terrible comin" on top of everyfing else. When I "eard yer"d moved inter Bacon Street Buildin"s I could "ave cried. Of all the b.l.o.o.d.y places! It"s about time they pulled those "ovels down." She made a face, and then looked intently at her friend. "Carrie, about the future? Are you an" Fred plannin" on stayin" "ere?" she asked.
Carrie gave her friend a quizzical look. "Yeah, of course."
Sara crossed her legs and straightened her skirt. "The reason I asked is," she went on, "my Norman"s firm does a lot o" business wiv the firm that actually manages this ground fer the owners. Norman"s got a few acquaintances in the ovver firm, naturally, an" one of "em told "im they"ve bin ordered ter put the land up fer sale. Apparently the owners are raisin" money fer a big deal. It"s all very complicated but I think yer ought ter know that George Galloway "as put in an offer fer all the available land. "E wants it fer a new yard."
Carrie"s face hardened at the mention of Galloway and she clenched her fists on her lap in anger. "Yer mean we wouldn"t be able ter renew the lease?" she muttered.
Sara shook her head. "What would "appen is, the Galloway firm would take vacant possession an" then "e"d pull this place down an" the next two old "ouses which are empty anyway. "E"d get the engineerin" yard as well. The engineers are not renewin" their lease. Norman told me they"ve gone skint."
Fred had come back into the room. He sat down with a worried look on his face. "The lease is due this month," he said. "I didn"t think there"d be any problem in renewin" it."
"It"s a pity yer didn"t buy the free"old," Sara remarked.
"I"ve tried before, but it was never on the market," Fred told her. "I never knew it was goin" up fer sale now."
"Well, it"s only bin made official this mornin" but Galloway must "ave bin given the nod "cos "is bid came in terday," Sara replied, glancing at Carrie. "I wouldn"t "ave known anyfink about it, "cos Norman don"t usually talk ter me about "is work, but I"d showed "im yer letter, yer see, an" when "e saw the address "e mentioned about the land goin" up fer sale. Norman was surprised "ow quickly Galloway"s bid come in. I s"pose the ole goat"s bin buyin" drinks "ere an" there ter get the information."
"Can "e do that, pull the places down fer a transport yard?" Fred queried.
"As a matter o" fact I asked my Norman the same question an" "e said the borough council is "appy for firms ter build up their business," Sara replied. "It"s all down ter more rates, I s"pose. In any case, money speaks all languages. Galloway"s prob"ly put a few bob in somebody"s pocket."
Fred slumped back in his chair, feeling suddenly sick. "This Galloway geezer"s startin" ter mess fings up already," he groaned.
"Well, "e ain"t gonna mess fings up any b.l.o.o.d.y more," Carrie said quickly, her face flushed with anger. "George Galloway kicked me farvver out an" "e"s not gonna do it ter us, if I can "elp it. Can we afford ter buy the place, Fred?"
Sara held her hand up before he could answer. "Look, I"ve already "ad a long chat wiv Norman," she said. "I told "im about us bein" ole friends, an" about the way yer farvver"s bin treated by Galloway an" "ow "e chucked yer out o" the "ouse. By the time I was finished Norman was on your side, an" "e told me that if I wanted ter be of any "elp I should call round ter see yer as soon as yer got back from yer "oneymoon. I knew from your letter yer"d be back terday. I never ferget a kindness, Carrie, an" I"ll always remember "ow kind yer was ter me when we were at school tergevver. I also remember that time yer mum an" ole Florrie Axford looked after my mum when she was poorly, so don"t you worry. If yer can see yer way clear ter buyin" the free"old, pop roun" ter our place termorrer. Norman said it shouldn"t be too "ard persuadin" the ovver people ter "old on ter Galloway"s bid, an" "e"ll leave a few details wiv me ternight about what yer should do. If yer get in quick, yer"ll beat the "oreson at "is own game," she said, grinning.
The teacups were replenished and the three sat chatting together for some considerable time. When Sara finally took her leave, Carrie hugged her at the front door. "Fanks fer comin", Sara, an" fanks fer everyfing," she said affectionately.
"There"s nuffink ter fank me for, yet," Sara replied. "You an" Fred talk it over, an" if yer can manage ter find the money come roun" an" see me termorrer. Norman"ll be able ter sort it all out fer yer, or else "e"ll "ave me ter deal wiv."
Nora Flynn sat by the window of her upstairs flat in Rotherhithe and stared out at the early May sky. The sun had dipped down beyond the chimney-stacks and the evening shades of red were now fading and changing to a darker hue. She sighed sadly as she recalled that fateful Thursday morning just over a month ago. Josephine had slipped into the house after her father had left and when she opened the letter from Charlie her face had lit up. "He has asked me to marry him, Nora!" she said excitedly. "Fancy that, proposal by letter. Don"t you think that"s romantic?"
Nora recalled how she had tried to forewarn Josephine by telling her that she needed to talk to her father before she made up her mind to say yes to her young man, but Josephine had placed her hands on her hips in indignation and jutted out her chin a.s.sertively. "I can"t talk to him. I never could," she had said loudly. "I"m going to marry Charlie and that"s the end of it, Nora. I"ll tell Father tonight and if he tries to stop me marrying, I"ll leave this house and never come back."
Her words had been prophetic. In the growing darkness of her room, Nora brushed away a tear. She could still hear that terrible, heart-rending cry as Josephine dashed from the house on that Thursday evening; still see her running out of Tyburn Square, sobbing and distraught. It was the last week Nora spent in the house. Early on Monday she packed her battered old suitcase and left. She did not see George Galloway that morning, nor did she want to. The curt note she left on the kitchen table had to suffice. She had left that gloomy house forever, and at last she would be able to sleep easy and enjoy the few good memories of her years in Tyburn Square.
May flowers in the local church gardens and a warm sun shone down on the dingy Bermondsey backstreets as Florrie Axford stood with her arms folded at her front door. Lorries were now trundling along the turning where once there had been only horse-carts, and she could see Billy Sullivan sitting outside his house with his arms folded and his head resting against the brickwork. Those b.l.o.o.d.y fumes can"t be too good for his chest, she thought. Aggie was cleaning her step as usual, the third time this week, Florrie noted, and Maisie was coming in her direction carrying a laden shopping-bag. Must ask how Fred is, she reminded herself, and as she watched Aggie gathering up her cleaning rags made a mental note to ask her about Harold. He had been off sick with a bad back. She had to keep abreast of what was going on in the street and lately the gossip seemed to have dried up.
Florrie took a pinch of snuff and wiped her watering eyes on the corner of her pinafore. ""Ello, luv. "Ow"s yer ole man"s shingles?" she asked as Maisie put down her shopping and pressed her hand against her side.
""E"s got right grumpy bein" stuck in the "ouse all day long," Maisie told her. "Mind yer, Doctor Kelly said "e can go back ter work next week, fank Gawd. We"ve "ad no money comin" in fer two weeks. I"ve "ad ter take Fred"s suit over uncle"s. Still, "e"s not likely ter need it yet awhile."
Florrie continued her enquiries. ""Ave yer "eard "ow Aggie"s ole man is?" she asked. ""E"s bin orf work this week."
""E"s a bit better, so she told me," Maisie replied. ""Ere, by the way, did yer "ear about ole Jack Oxford? "E"s courtin"!"
"Not Jack Oxford?!"
"Well, I wouldn"t "ave believed it eivver," Maisie said, pressing a hand to her side again. "Maudie told me. It"s "is lan"lady "e"s courtin". "Er ole man"s left "er an" Jack"s got "is feet in front o" the fire."
""Ow did Maudie find out?" Florrie asked.
"She "eard about it at the muvvers" meetin"," Maisie replied. "Jack"s lady friend goes there. Apparently she"s goin" in fer a divorce an" then "er an" Jack"s gonna tie the knot."
"They won"t be able ter get married in a church, that"s fer sure," Florrie remarked quickly. "Still, it"s prob"ly just as well. Imagine ole Jack sittin" in the pew waitin" fer "is bride ter come marchin" down the aisle. "E"d be snorin" "is "ead orf, an" then when the vicar ses that bit about do yer take this woman ter be yer lawful wedded wife, "e"ll most prob"ly say, "If yer like"! I fink we"ll "ave ter go ter that weddin", Maisie, even if it is a register office. It"s about time me an" you "ad a good laugh."
Maisie smiled. "Young Carrie"s weddin" was a nice turn out, wasn"t it, Flo?" she remarked. "Mind yer, "e"s a bit older than "er. Still, it"s "er choice."
Florrie nodded. "Funny "ow quick it all "appened," she said, a thoughtful look on her face. "P"raps she married "im fer security. "E must "ave a few bob."
"Yer don"t fink they "ad ter do it, do yer?" Maisie asked in a whisper.
Florrie shook her head vigorously. "Not Carrie. She"s too sensible ter go an" get "erself inter trouble, though I s"pose it could "appen. They say it"s always the nice gels what get pregnant."
Maisie nodded in agreement. "Didn"t Nellie"s Charlie look ill?" she said. "Mind yer, the weddin" was so soon after "is young lady got drowned. Charlie didn"t stop long after Carrie left. "E "ad ter go straight back ter the army camp, so Nellie told me. I tell yer what I did notice, Flo. "E sat all on "is own in the church. Normally families sit tergevver."
"P"raps they fell out over "is young lady," Florrie suggested. "After all she was Galloway"s daughter. Nellie can"t stan" that ole goat at no price, "specially after "im sackin" Will the way "e did."
"It"s such a terrible shame, none the less," Maisie remarked. ""E"s a nice boy is Charlie. "E"s very quiet, not like poor James an" the younger one, Danny. Nellie was tellin" me "er Danny"s the worst one o" the lot. She reckons it"s since "e got in wiv that there Billy Sullivan. Mad on boxin" "e is. Nellie said "e"s done boxin" since "e"s bin in the army, an" yet when "e was a kid "e was such a puny little sod."
Florrie removed the snuff-box from her ap.r.o.n and tapped her fingers on the lid. "I noticed "ow big "e"d got when "e was "ome on leave that time," she said, taking a pinch. "Sadie told me it was the only time "er Billy bucked up, when Danny Tanner was on leave."
"Yeah, they"re right mates them two," Maisie replied, looking over at the young man sitting outside his house. That"s anuvver poor sod the war"s ruined. Sadie said "er Billy won"t go out an" look fer a job. She said "e jus" sits mopin" aroun" the "ouse all day long. It"s "cos "e can"t do that boxin" anymore, that"s the reason why."
Florrie wiped her eyes on her ap.r.o.n and looked up and down the street before leaning towards Maisie. "Did yer know Ida"s ole man"s back on the turps again?" she whispered.
Maisie looked suitably shocked. "Gawd "elp "er. I remember last time. "E didn"t "alf give "er a pastin". Terrible black eye she "ad."
"Ida was tellin" me it was since "e got that job at the tannery. p.i.s.sed nearly every night "e is. "E brought a goat "ome the ovver night."
"A goat?"
""S"right. "E won it in a pub raffle," Florrie went on. "I know it"s wicked but I "ad ter laugh when she told me. She said "er ole man come staggerin" down the turnin" wiv this b.l.o.o.d.y goat on a lump o" rope. It was as p.i.s.sed as "e was. All the men "ad bin givin" it beer ter drink while it was tied up outside the pub. Anyway, when "er ole man brought it "ome she "ad a right bull-an"-cow wiv "im over where "e was gonna keep it. It fell against the dresser an" smashed all "er best china, then it s.h.i.t all over the yard. Ida was furious when she was tellin" me. She said "er ole man wanted it fer the milk, but it turned out ter be a billy-goat. She made "im get rid of it. She said it was eivver that goat or "er. "Course yer know "ow aggravatin" "e can be when "e"s "ad a drink. Know what "e done?"
"No."
""E "ad the cheek ter toss a coin up," Florrie continued. ""E told "er she"d won so "e"d get rid o" the goat. "E took it up the butcher"s shop."
"Well, if that "ad bin me I"d "ave opened the "oreson," Maisie said angrily.
"I s"pose Ida"s frightened of "im. After all, "e can get very nasty in drink," Florrie replied. "She"s "ad "er share o" black eyes ter contend wiv."