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'He won't give me nuthin',' Jenny spat. 'He's probably expecting me to give him something. But I've not had no work. Who's gonna want me looking like this?' She scratched at the crusts clumping together her eyelashes.

'Leave it alone! You'll make it worse.' Kathy yanked at her sister's elbow, dragging away her hand.

Kathy's bubbling exasperation was threatening to explode. Her sister had been on the game for years, yet Kathy could never quite relinquish the hope that Jennifer would make a fresh start. 'Why don't you clean the place up, and yourself too while you're at it?' Kathy thundered. 'Look for a proper job and stop wallowing in self-pity!'

'Oh, f.u.c.k off!' Jennifer flung herself down on the sofa. 'Bleedin' sick of you and your holier-than-thou c.r.a.p. Go on, p.i.s.s off. I know you want to. You only ever come here to crow and look down yer nose at me. If you really wanted to help, you'd give me a few bob so I don't starve. You can see I can't work looking like this.'

'If you didn't a.s.sociate with sc.u.m, you wouldn't look like that, would you?' Kathy bellowed. 'Where d'you think you get the germs from?'



'Oi, oi. What's going on? You gels having a bit of a barney then?'

Kathy spun on her heel to see a flas.h.i.+ly dressed stocky man letting himself in with the key that hung through Jenny's letter box on a bit of string. She picked up her coat and immediately shrugged into it.

'Don't go on my account, darlin',' Bill Black said with a foxy smile. His eyes lowered to look her over beneath the brim of a fedora shading his swarthy features.

Bill was well aware Kathy Finch despised him. Whereas he thought she was very comely, especially in her nurse's uniform. He'd fantasised many times about ripping that off her. But he realised it must be her afternoon off as she was dressed in civvies. Jennifer had told him that her sister often came round, nagging at her to reform her ways. Bill didn't want Jennifer doing that; she might be a pain in the a.r.s.e with her constant whining, but she had her uses. That was why he'd stopped by ...

'I'll see you in a week or two,' Kathy told Jennifer. She stared coldly at Bill, until he s.h.i.+fted away from the doorway. She'd been at Jennifer's before when he'd turned up and brushed against her to cop a feel. He wasn't doing that again!

'You come to see me or her?' Jennifer barked, surging up out of the armchair in a fit of pique on noticing Bill giving her sister the eye.

Bill removed his hat and sauntered over to smooth Jenny's dark blond hair. It felt greasy beneath his palm. 'Don't be a stranger now ...' he called out, riling Kathy, who banged the door shut.

Bill glanced at Jennifer with distaste. At the best of times she looked a mess but next to her pretty sister it was even more obvious. 'f.u.c.k's sake, Jen, what you done to yerself?' He stared at her mucky lashes, nose wrinkled.

'Got fa.s.sy eye, ain't I,' Jennifer snapped. 'Probably caught it off that last punter you brought me in. He stank to high heaven.'

'Get the bath in, shall I?' Bill suggested. He had a hole in his finances and could do with some money. A deal on some stolen goods he'd fenced had gone sour on him and he'd lost twenty quid.

'Got a few bob to lend me?' Jennifer asked sullenly.

'You must be joking, gel.' Bill snorted in disbelief. 'I was going to ask you for a sub.' He gave her rump a playful slap. 'Once you're done up to the nines, we'll go out and see if we can find you a punter who's two parts p.i.s.sed and won't notice you look a bleedin' sight under the war paint. Then we'll roll him.'

Jennifer huffed dispiritedly, but she'd sooner risk fleecing a customer than have to service him, the way she felt. She'd taken laudanum on top of the whisky she'd drunk earlier and reckoned she might throw up.

CHAPTER FOUR.

'What's happened to you?'

'Had a trip, that's all ...'

Nick came further into the shop and looked about. It was obvious that the display shelves had been broken and he was pretty sure his mother hadn't done it falling over. Neither had she put a dent in the counter where the till drawer was, or chucked flowers about the place and overturned buckets of water. 'All this damage happened when you had that accident, did it?'

He strode back to his mother and tipped up her chin to get a better look at her bruised face. She was an attractive woman in her mid-forties, who kept herself trim and well groomed. 'Who's been in here?' he demanded.

'Not as many customers as I'd like, son, I can tell you that.' Lottie Raven's forced humour faded away. 'Oh, all right, might as well tell you. A bloke came in causing trouble. I told him to take a running jump and he didn't like it and had a paddy.'

'What's he taken? Did you recognise him?' Nick barked out, feeling murderous. His mother's complexion had reddened in embarra.s.sment.

Lottie shook her head, averting her eyes. Her son might be a cool character but, since he'd been a little lad, she'd known when his temper was up. The brute who'd turned nasty on her was one of Wes Silver's sidekicks. She didn't want Nick getting into a fight with the likes of him.

Nick had never outwardly blamed Wes for stealing his wife but Lottie had always thought it best the two men kept a distance from each other. She'd never forgive herself if her only child got hurt after she complained about something as silly as a drunk trying to touch her up. So Lottie was keeping quiet about Charlie Potter being a b.l.o.o.d.y nuisance.

The creep had been in before and asked her to go for a drink with him. Lottie knew she'd sooner dive under the nearest bus than have anything to do with the swine romantically. She'd never liked him thirty years ago when they'd been kids at school together, and she certainly couldn't stand him now they were middle-aged.

He'd come in the shop a short while ago, reeking of booze and rambling on about old times, then tried to s...o...b..r on her. Charlie thought because she was a war widow, and wore a bit of powder and lipstick, that she was hungry for a man in her life. Lottie could have laughed in his face at his arrogance. He thought she kept turning him down because she was jealous of his wife. Lottie just couldn't make the conceited fool believe that poor Ruby Potter had her heartfelt condolences, not her envy.

'Who was it, Mum?' Nick demanded, picking up an overturned bucket. 'You know I'm gonna find out eventually. You might just as well tell me.' He tried to wedge back in place a shelf hanging off its bracket.

'Just a randy gorilla, son,' Lottie said. 'No need for you to worry. I can look after meself. You know that.'

'He tried it on with you?' Nick sounded astonished. 'I thought he was after stealing from the till.'

'Well, don't sound so bleedin' surprised,' Lottie retorted. 'I admit I'm no spring chicken, but I ain't that long in the tooth either.'

'Have you reported him to the police?'

Lottie looked at her son as though he were mad.

'Didn't think so.' Nick grunted a mirthless laugh.

'He's long gone now,' Lottie said brightly. 'No need to fret. I gave him what for and a slap in the chops and he took off.'

Nick looked thoughtful. 'Has he been in before?'

Lottie mumbled something, disappearing to find a mop to soak up the water pooling on the lino.

'He wouldn't have come in just to lunge at you. I've heard that Wes has started sending thugs round local shops, fundraising for the Fascists. Or so he calls it. Sounds like a protection racket to me. I'll pay Wes a visit and find out ...'

'He didn't ask for nuthin'! Well, he did, but he weren't getting that.' Lottie flung aside the mop and shot after her son as he headed for the door. 'I can tell you straight, Wes won't know about it ...' She bit her lip, seeing her son's expression change.

'Something you haven't said, Mum?' Nick recognised his mother's evasiveness.

'Oh, all right, I did know him. It was Charlie Potter.'

In a way, Lottie felt relieved to get it off her chest. The lecherous brute might return to do more damage, or wait for her outside when she shut up shop in the evening. She'd far sooner that her son sorted things out with Charlie than pay a call on Wes and create an almighty ruckus. Lottie didn't want a feud now Nick was doing all right for himself. He'd bought the lease on this shop just six months ago and set her up in business. Although trade was slow, she was enjoying her little bit of wages, and being her own boss.

'Potter?' Nick scoffed. 'He's married and even if he weren't, you're way out of his league.'

'I've tried telling him that,' Lottie said drily. 'He never has listened ...'

Nick gave his mother a quizzical look as she let slip that there was more to it than a solitary incident.

'It goes back a bit, to when we was at school together.' Lottie turned away, hoping Nick wouldn't press her for any more information.

'And?' Nick sounded obstinately interested.

'Charlie used to like me before me and your dad got together,' she grudgingly relayed. 'But I never had nothing to do with him. Then he got married to his first wife.' Lottie shook her head. 'She was all right, was Miriam, and seemed to keep him in check, but they'd only been married a few years when she died in the Spanish-flu epidemic after the Great War. Charlie dropped out of sight for a good while, then turned up again when you was about eighteen, I suppose.' She frowned at the memory. 'I b.u.mped into him one day on Petticoat Lane and we did a bit of reminiscing. He told me he'd just got married again to a girl a lot younger than him, and was back living locally.' Lottie shrugged. 'Didn't see no more of him. Then a few months ago, out of the blue, he was pa.s.sing the shop and spotted me inside. In he came, so I put the kettle on and we had a cuppa. Since then he's got it into his head that I've taken a fancy to him. I've never given him reason to think it.'

'I'll give you a hand to clear up,' Nick said. 'I'll get Blanche's old man to come over tomorrow and fix those broken shelves.'

'Thanks, son.' When Nick glanced at her grazed chin, Lottie touched the sore place, grimacing. 'Better go and have a gander in the mirror and see what sort of state I look.' She headed off towards the back of the shop, where there was a small washroom and kitchenette.

'Put the kettle on while you're out there,' Nick called out. 'I'll have a cup of tea before I shoot off.'

Lottie came out of the back room, teapot in hand. She'd suddenly realised that her son seemed to be taking things a bit too well, and that made her suspicious.

'Promise me you won't go stirring things up with Wes Silver; I've told you I'm all right. Probably it was me own fault for inviting Charlie in for a cup of tea.' She nodded at the fragments of gla.s.s. 'It was me broke the vase. I threw it at him to hurry him out of the door.' Lottie frowned. 'Have a word with Charlie if you like but don't make a meal out of it,' she said quietly. 'He'll take it out on his wife and kids if you do.' Following her son's nod of agreement, she added, 'b.a.s.t.a.r.d didn't buy nuthin' either.'

'Not exactly the sort to buy his missus flowers, is he?' Nick pointed out sourly. 'Ain't got all day to wait for that tea,' he chivvied to get rid of his mother. He wanted to be left alone with his thoughts. He found the broom behind the counter and started sweeping.

Nick knew his mother was rattled by what had happened and knowing she'd been upset made him livid. It had been just the two of them since he was five years old; his father had been one of the earliest casualties of the Great War. His mother had said she'd never wanted a second husband because no man would match up to the first. William Raven had volunteered to fight and gone off to France, never again to see his wife and son. Nick couldn't recall his father clearly, no matter how hard he strained his memory to do so. To him, William Raven was a man in a faded photo who'd got a brace of war medals. Nick had those things in a drawer and still looked at them from time to time. Charlie Potter must be nuts to think he could ever replace somebody like that in his mother's life. When Nick caught up with the b.a.s.t.a.r.d, he wouldn't know what had hit him ...

'I don't want you anywhere near Charlie Potter.' David Goldstein was frowning. 'Can't another nurse do that district and see to his wife?' He took Kathy's arm as they approached the road to cross it.

They'd just emerged from the Rivoli Cinema on Whitechapel Road, where they'd enjoyed seeing Errol Flynn swashbuckling as Captain Blood and were now on their way to get a bite to eat in a nearby cafe.

It was the first time Kathy had seen her boyfriend in over a week as their work s.h.i.+fts had clashed. The incident at the Potters' house had been some time ago but it had stuck in Kathy's mind so she'd recounted to David a diluted version when they were queuing up earlier to watch the film. It had obviously stuck in his mind too for him to mention it again hours later.

'It's just Eunice and me covering the district, and she moans about taking over for me on my days off. The Potters couldn't afford a doctor for emergencies, let alone anything else.' Kathy added wryly: 'Getting pennies out of some of the poor souls for their maternity care is more than they can manage. Their husbands don't like sh.e.l.ling out to feed their own kids, never mind to pay for a midwife.' She had not told her boyfriend that Charlie had manhandled her. It would set the cat among the pigeons because David might confront Potter in his official capacity.

'Do you want me to put in an appearance?'

'No!' Kathy squeezed his arm. 'Ruby would never again trust me. She hates interference, even from the neighbours, and I gave my word not to blab about it.' She gave David a stern look. 'I let you in on it as I know you'll keep it to yourself.'

'Course I'll keep it to myself,' David rea.s.sured, dropping an arm about Kathy's shoulders. 'There are plenty of Ruby Potters about in the East End, I'm afraid. I couldn't help them all, even if I wanted to.' He sighed. 'They all lie about tripping and falling to cover up for the old man anyway. If they don't they get another pasting when he comes home.'

David had been walking the beat around Whitechapel for two years and had got to know the ways of the poorer residents. The women were rough but usually decent enough; their prime concern was pulling ends together because they were married to men who handed over a minimum of housekeeping to keep the rest of their wages for the pub. But Potter was a case apart. In a part-time capacity, working for Wes Silver, he was a hired thug and had served time for battery. He was well known to the constabulary at Leman Street where David was based.

'Don't have the best jobs in the world, do we, sweetheart?'

'I like my job!' Kathy protested with a chuckle, as she preceded David into the snug atmosphere of the cafe.

'Wish I could say the same,' David muttered, leading the way to a table.

CHAPTER FIVE.

'Can you come quick, Nurse Finch? Me mum's in a right state and she's sent me to fetch yer.'

Kathy rubbed her bleary eyes, trying to focus on the panting boy hopping from foot to foot on her front step. Moments ago, she'd stumbled out of bed on hearing a furious hammering on the door. She'd been summoned before to deliver babies at night, but usually she opened up to find the woman's husband prowling the path, sucking on a roll-up. Having recognised Ruby's son, Kathy snapped to attention, gesturing he come in.

Beneath his threadbare coat, Peter's thin chest was pumping and he could barely draw enough breath for his next words: 'Me mum's bleeding and she says you're to come.' He clutched at his sides as though a.s.saulted by a st.i.tch. Pulling a pair of women's bloomers from his pocket he thrust them at Kathy. 'She reckoned you'd want to see,' he mumbled, turning about to hide his red-faced confusion.

Kathy examined the show of blood on grimy cotton that often heralded the start of labour. She'd been sure the Potter baby wasn't due for at least another month. It was the woman she'd visited yesterday in Flower and Dean Street who was fit to burst at any moment.

'Is your father at home getting things ready?' Kathy demanded, blinking at the clock on the wall; it was almost half-past one in the morning. She had a feeling, whether Charlie was at home or not, she would find the house in a terrible state with no smell of carbolic soap in the air to rea.s.sure her the place was ready for the birth.

Peter shook his head. 'Dunno where he is. Ain't seen him for a few days.'

At this hour in the morning, if Ruby was in premature labour, even a man such as Charlie Potter might be of a.s.sistance in boiling water and finding old newspapers to spread around. It was a primitive but effective way of protecting bedding and clearing up quickly afterwards. 'Go home, Peter, and stay with your mother. I'll be along as soon as I've got my things together.' Kathy could tell the lad was scared witless and on the point of bawling. 'Off you go now!' she ordered sharply, trying to snap him out of it. 'Quick as you can! Is there a neighbour you can call on to help with your mother until I arrive?'

Peter shrugged, bottom lip wobbling.

'Knock up the woman your mum is most friendly with and ask if she will help you. I promise I'll be along just a few minutes after you get back.'

Peter hared down the front path and turned towards home. Kathy immediately closed the door and rushed to get dressed. She felt a frisson of uneasiness. Ruby Potter had had two children. She obviously knew the signs and stages of labour. Also, Ruby would not invite interference unless she had no choice. Kathy didn't think the woman would have sent her son along at this time of the night unless she felt it was a genuine emergency.

Kathy wheeled her bike out of the shed, secured her case on it, then set off energetically through quiet gas-lit streets, glistening with springtime frost. Nervous exhilaration always set in whenever she was summoned to deliver a baby. But this time she felt anxious too. She didn't relish the thought of Ruby being alone with just her young children at such a time, yet she knew it might be best if Charlie weren't present. The vile beast might refuse to co-operate or help in what he'd consider to be none of his business. Kathy sighed, her breath freezing into a white mist, which she pedalled through. She feared the baby wasn't Charlie's, and knew Ruby did too. The last thing Kathy wanted was a violent outburst when she and Ruby were vulnerable and preoccupied with bringing the poor little mite into the world.

Kathy increased speed, though her aching legs felt on fire. She remembered Ruby recounting that Ivy Tiller had delivered her two previous children. Despite her own rigorous schooling, Kathy accepted that such people as Ivy, skilled through experience rather than textbook training, could be of invaluable help in some cases. No midwife, no matter how adept, knew if things would go to plan when the time came. On those occasions, another pair of hands was greatly appreciated. Kathy hoped there was such a woman in the street where Ruby lived and that Peter might be able to find her.

On turning the corner of Fairclough Street, Kathy was relieved to see a woman hovering in the Potters' doorway, peering out. She recognised her as Mrs Mason, who lived on the end of the terrace of brick cottages. The neighbour waved urgently as soon as she spotted Kathy wheeling into view.

'Thank goodness you're here, Nurse. She's delirious. Keeps cursing and telling me to get her mum, and I know she's been dead for years.' Peggy Mason retied her ap.r.o.n strings. She'd hurriedly dressed when Peter banged on her door and was feeling fl.u.s.tered.

Kathy parked her bike against the front wall, sped inside the house and into the back room, to find Ruby writhing on the bed. Little Pansy was crouched on the floor; her brother was clinging to his mother's hand in a sweet attempt to comfort her.

'Would you be able to stay and give a hand, Mrs Mason?' Kathy asked quickly. She judged the birth might not be far off and prayed she'd have time to carry out basic preparations to keep mother and baby safe from infection in this insanitary dump.

'For a while, I can,' the woman agreed with scant enthusiasm. 'But I've five kids of me own indoors and me husband's off to work down the railway yard at four. He'll expect something to eat before he sets off.'

Kathy bit back the retort that perhaps he might manage to get it for himself just this once as it was an emergency. But she knew these women were expected to act as skivvies to their menfolk. Her own father had held the same att.i.tude and had stubbornly sat on his backside while her mother darted about like a blue-a.r.s.ed fly.

'Put some water to boil, please, and gather up any newspapers and old linen that you can find. Clean rags, mind, if there are any,' Kathy added, optimistically. 'There should be a birth pack here somewhere. I left it last week ...' Kathy whipped her attention to Ruby as she heard the woman whimper.

'Just going to have a wash, then I'll examine you properly, Mrs Potter,' Kathy soothed, gently testing Ruby's rigid abdomen with her fingers. 'Peter, would you take Pansy back to bed then do whatever Mrs Mason tells you to do to help?'

The boy leaped up, dragging Pansy by the hand and scurried into the hallway.

'Where's Charlie, Nurse Finch?' Ruby croaked.

'I don't know,' Kathy replied. 'Peter says he hasn't seen him in a while.'

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