‘Do you have any messages for Mary or Martha or the boys?’ Harry stood in Helga Brown’s backyard watching David brush his shoes.
‘Tell them that I’m thinking of them and that I’m fine –’
‘Are you?’ Harry interrupted.
‘How many times do I have to tell you and everyone else that I won’t work as a bookie’s runner ever again?’ David questioned testily.
‘You want to make a career out of running a roulette wheel in a gambling club instead?’ Harry couldn’t resist the gibe.
‘Not a career but it will do for the time being.’ David straightened up and returned the shoe brushes and polish to the old biscuit tin Helga kept them in. He walked over to the cold tap set in the outside wall, turned it on, took a sliver of green household soap from a dish on the window sill, and washed his hands.
‘What happens after “the time being”?’ Harry expected David to snarl ‘I don’t know’, as he had done so many times before, but he surprised him.
‘Eventually, when I’ve earned and saved enough money, I’d like to buy a business down here like Edyth – and not because she lives on the Bay. I know she’s in love with Micah Holsten.’
‘You don’t mind?’ Harry asked cautiously.
David shrugged his shoulders. ‘I did when I first found out about them. But Micah’s a good man and I’m used to the idea of them being together now. I’m lucky to have both of them for friends,’ he added.
‘You are.’ Relieved, Harry felt that David had taken the first step towards maturity.
‘I like the Bay. I like the people here. I like the fact that everyone is judged by what they do, not who their family are or the amount of money they have in their pocket.’
‘At the risk of making you angry again, you took a big risk to make above average wages when you started working for Aiden Collins,’ Harry ventured.
‘I was stupid to do it. I know that now. I also know that it will take years to save enough money to buy a decent business, but it will give me something to work towards. In the meantime, I can earn a lot more working for Aled James than I can by joining the queue at Penniless Point.’
‘What kind of business are you thinking of?’ Harry enquired.
‘A shop perhaps. Or a pub.’ David smiled. ‘A pub would be great – there’d always be people calling in and talking and games –’
‘Like roulette, so you could fleece your customers. You’ve learned the lessons Aled James has taught you well.’
‘Not roulette,’ David said impatiently, ‘cards –’
‘Which are illegal,’ Harry reminded him.
‘Only if there’s money on the table.’
‘Which there would be, on the Bay.’
‘Not in my pub,’ David countered. ‘And there’d be darts and dominoes for the old men.’
‘You’ve really been thinking about this, haven’t you?’ Harry was amazed.
‘The pubs here are fantastic, Harry. Not a bit like the ones in the Swansea Valley,’ he insisted enthusiastically. ‘There are people in them from all over the world. You should hear some of the stories the sailors tell. And the singing – everyone on the Bay seems to be musical.’
‘And you think you’d be happy running a pub like that?’
David saw that Harry was serious. ‘I don’t know,’ he answered cautiously. ‘But what I do know is that I’m happier here, surrounded by people, than I was at the farm with only you, Mary, and the family for company. I’m sorry, Harry, but I’m not coming back.’
‘You’ve nothing to be sorry for. You’re a young man, it’s only natural you want to see something of life. And the farm is isolated and quiet.’
David had a rare flash of insight. ‘You’re not that happy living there either.’
‘I don’t live there all the time. I travel around a lot and occasionally manage to get Mary away. But there’s one big difference between you and me. The woman I love is on the farm and I would do anything to stay close to her and make her happy.’
David went into the washhouse and lifted down his suit jacket from the peg on the back of the door. ‘If I don’t leave for the club now, I’ll be late.’
‘I’ll give you a lift to Bute Street.’ Harry followed him into the house.
‘You calling in on Edyth again?’
‘No, I’m on my way to Pontypridd to spend the night with my parents. I’ll go back to the farm tomorrow.’
‘You won’t tell Mary about my being in court, will you, Harry?’
David looked so apologetic and frightened, Harry almost hugged him, but he knew that his brother-in-law would balk at any display of emotion. ‘I won’t tell her and I’ll be careful not to take any newspapers home that carry the story. But my parents will probably find out what you’ve done. Ellis isn’t a very common name in this part of Wales.’
‘If they do, tell them I’m sorry and I won’t ever do anything to bring disgrace on the family again.’
‘I will.’
‘I’m sorry for messing up, Harry.’
‘We’re all entitled to make a few mistakes.’
‘I think I’ve made enough to last me the rest of my life. And, I promise you, Harry, I may still be working for Aled James, but no amount of money will ever tempt me to break the law again.’
‘That’s good to hear.’ Harry knew that David meant every word he’d said, but the assertion wouldn’t stop him from telephoning Micah Holsten and Edyth every few days, just to make sure that David was keeping out of trouble.
‘If you’ve called in to set your guard dog on Gertie again, you’ll have to wait, she’s with a client,’ Anna snapped when Aled walked into her kitchen, where she was sitting talking to her other girls.
‘It’s you I’ve come to see. Can we go into your parlour?’
Just when Aled expected Anna to refuse, she left her chair. She ushered him into her cheerless front parlour and looked around before sitting on the sofa. ‘I don’t know why I keep this room as a parlour. The only times it’s been used in the past few years is when we’ve talked, and we could go upstairs to my room. I should turn it into another bedroom and give it to one of the young girls working the streets. Do her and myself a bit of good.’
‘You’d need thicker curtains,’ Aled observed.
‘I think I could run to those. But you haven’t come here to talk about curtains. What do you want, Aled?’ she asked bluntly.
‘I found out something today about my mother.’
‘If it’s bad, I don’t want to hear it,’ she retorted loyally. ‘Like me and every girl on the game, your mother did what she had to in order to survive – and to bring you up as best she could,’ she reminded him acidly.
‘It’s nothing she did, but it might be something that was done to her. Apparently my father paid her –’
‘Two pounds a week,’ Anna broke in.
‘You knew about that?’ he said in amazement.
‘She moved down here on the strength of it. One of her old friends from Tonypandy lived in rooms in Loudoun Square. The woman – she’s long moved on – told your mother all sorts of stories about life on the Bay. Your mother heard about the park in the middle of the square and Butetown being close to the sea and thought it would be an ideal place to find a bit of life for herself and bring you up. So she came down here and rented rooms in the same house as her friend.’
‘In Loudoun Square.’ Aled had a sudden image of his mother, taking him to a window. There’s a bloody nice little park there, Aled, for you to play in. If the other kids push you around, you push them right back and clock them one, just like you did the kids in Bush Houses …
‘Two rooms, big ones with high ceilings.’
‘You remember? You were only a nipper and you weren’t there long.’
‘No, we weren’t.’
‘Then the bastard – your father, that is – stopped paying the money. Your mother went to the bank one Friday and the clerk said it hadn’t been paid into her account so she couldn’t take it out. He knew she couldn’t read or write so he said he’d try and find out what was wrong for her. Shortly after that she fell ill. I went to the bank a couple of times for her but there never was any more money. That’s when I told her to move in here with me. Course, I was renting a room here at the time. I didn’t own it.’
‘This clerk, do you remember his name?’
‘The one who offered to look into it for her was Geoff Arnold. He’s done all right for himself, made a bloody fortune …’ she whirled around. ‘He didn’t …?’
‘I found out today that two pounds a week was paid into my mother’s bank account every week until my sixteenth birthday.’
‘One thing’s for certain: she didn’t see much of it after the first few weeks she lived here.’
‘Have you got her bank book?’
‘Don’t you remember? After she died we went through her things. We burned most of the papers. You thought you’d never need them again.’
‘Geoff Arnold? How wealthy is he?’
‘He and his wife live in a big house out Rhiwbina way. They moved from Butetown ten years ago or more. Said the Bay wasn’t fashionable enough for them any more. He has an office in Bute Street, but you’d know that. And he owns at least half a dozen of the big houses in Loudoun Square, all split into rooms. The rents on those alone must come to a pretty penny. Do you really think he took your mother’s money?’
‘If Arnold told her that her money hadn’t arrived she wouldn’t have thought to go to anyone else in the bank and question what he’d said.’
‘Neither did I, and I wasn’t ill like your mother. I could kick myself. I should have demanded to see your mother’s bank statement.’
‘You didn’t have any reason to be suspicious,’ he consoled her. ‘And if it wasn’t for you taking us in, Mam and I would have ended up on the street.’
Anna took a packet of cigarettes from her pocket and lit one. It said something for the state of her mind that she didn’t offer one to Aled. ‘The bastard!’
‘You talking about Geoff Arnold or someone else?’
‘Geoff Arnold. He was one of your mother’s regulars. He used to pay her five bob a week every Friday. Not that she didn’t earn it ten times over, the things he made her do. But she was grateful because it covered half the cost of her room here.’
‘I wish I had proof that he pocketed our money.’
‘Do you want me to ask around the Bay?’
‘No.’ Aled left his chair. ‘I need to find out more before I challenge Geoff Arnold. And don’t tell me to be careful …’
‘You’ve fallen foul of Charlie Moore and it has cost you and your boys more than money. Rumour has it the two that were picked up the same time as David Ellis are going down.’
‘The solicitor warned me that they’ll probably get six months apiece as well as the fine,’ he admitted.
‘You’re making powerful enemies, Aled. Watch your back.’
‘I’ve a few well-paid boys to do that for me. And you. You’re a good friend, Anna.’
‘I could have been a better one to your mother. Two quid a week would have made a lot of difference to her back then.’
‘If we’d had it I would never have gone to America, and if I hadn’t, I would never have come back here with my pockets well-lined. I probably would have stayed here and found work as a docker or a bartender –’
‘You? Never.’ She shook her head. ‘You only have to look at you to see that you’re destined for great things, Aled James.’
The door banged and Anna went into the hall. Gertie was tucking her hair under a beret.
‘I’m going out. I won’t be long, just reminding a man about a debt I’m owed.’ She looked at Aled. ‘Before you say another word, it’s money I need to move on.’
‘I thought Aiden gave you enough to do that.’
‘He gave me enough to move, not to set myself up when I get there. See you, Anna. Any regulars of mine come in, keep them until I get back and don’t let Colleen grab them, not until I’m packed and out of here. Don’t worry, Mr James, I’ll be out of Butetown by this time tomorrow.’
Aled tipped his hat to her and left the house. He followed Gertie to Bute Street. He’d been a pickpocket, and a good one in his time. It was easy to slip a couple of fivers into Gertie’s pocket before turning into his club.
‘You shut down your roulette wheel for the night?’ Aled asked David when he walked into his office at midnight.
‘Ten minutes ago, Mr James.’
Aled looked to Aiden who was sitting next to Freddie. ‘You and David go round the card tables, Aiden, take everything except the floats, put it together with the money already in the safe, take it down to the bank and lock it in the night safe.’
‘Isn’t it too early, boss?’ Aiden asked. ‘We usually go after the club is closed.’
‘I’ve been looking at the tables. We’ve had a good night. I’d be happier if some of the money was off the premises now. Freddie, you drive them.’
‘Boss, it’s only a couple of hundred yards –’ Aiden began.
‘And I’d be happier if you had Freddie with you,’ Aled interrupted sharply. ‘Now start collecting that money.’
‘Yes, boss. David.’ Aidan led the way out of the door.
They passed Judy, who was wearing the crimson silk dress Aled had insisted on buying.
‘Only a couple more songs to go.’ Aled smiled as he saw her. ‘Do you fancy supper in my suite in the Windsor after the club closes?’
‘Not tonight, Aled.’
‘Anything the matter?’
‘I’m tired, and I have to face Edyth when I go home.’
‘She waits up for you?’
‘No she doesn’t, but she’s a light sleeper and she knows about us.’
‘How?’ he questioned warily.
‘Because I told her. I’m not very good at keeping secrets,’ she explained.
‘And what exactly did you tell her?’
‘That we’re carrying on.’
‘And what did she say?’
‘What I expected her to say.’ Judy sat on the edge of his desk. ‘She wasn’t very happy.’
‘Judy, please don’t spoil what we have by starting a fight.’
‘I’m not, I’m just telling you that Edyth knows.’
‘If you can’t make supper tonight, how about lunch tomorrow, in my suite?’
‘I’ll be more alive then. Shall I come round about twelve o’clock?’
‘Make it one; I have a few things to do in the morning.’
He opened his desk drawer.
‘Even better, I can have a longer lie-in.’ She jumped down off his desk. ‘I’d better go and ask Mandy to check my make-up before I go on.’
Judy left the room and Aled lifted an envelope from his drawer. He opened it and read the ‘letter’ it contained for the tenth time since it had been handed to him as he had left the Windsor. The receptionist had told him that it had been hand delivered by one of the unemployed seamen who hung around the streets, but the man had only been able to give him a vague description that could have fitted any one of a hundred men. And given the message, there was little point in trying to track down the seaman. He knew who had sent it, although there was no handwriting, just letters cut from newspaper headlines and pasted on to a sheet of plain paper.
AVOID TROUBLE – PAY YOUR INSURANCE
‘Boss.’ Aiden walked in and Aled returned the sheet and envelope to his drawer. ‘We’ve counted and bagged the money. We’re taking ninety pounds to the night safe.’
‘You’ve made the entry in the ledgers?’
‘Yes.’
‘You’re prepared for trouble if it comes?’ Aiden palmed a knife. ‘Always, boss.’
‘When you’re done, you and David can come back here and help close up for the night. Freddie can drive Miss King home. While he’s gone you can count and bag whatever’s left above the float. When Freddie comes back, and not before, the three of you can make another trip to the night safe.’
‘Yes, boss.’
‘Aiden.’ Aled waited until Aiden turned around. ‘I didn’t pay Charlie Moore’s insurance.’
‘I didn’t expect you to, boss.’
David watched Aiden stash the cash bags they had filled with the night’s takings into a briefcase and lock it. Aiden then wound a chain around both his wrist and the handle of the case and secured it with a padlock and steel chain. He handed the keys to the padlock and the briefcase to Freddie, who slipped them into the top pocket of his evening suit.
‘The boss is panicking over nothing,’ Freddie said in his Irish lilt. ‘Tiger Bay is a kiddie’s playground compared to New York.’
‘I’ve never known the boss to get worried over nothing.’ Aiden picked up the case and handed the key to the night safe to David. ‘Let’s go.’
Freddie went ahead of them and opened the car. David and Aiden climbed into the back. As they drove the short distance to the bank, David looked out of the window. Bute Street was quieter than the side streets. As usual, the open-air casinos on the street corners were crowded with both players and onlookers, but the cool autumn weather had kept the women and children indoors and there were no musicians in sight. Winter was coming to the Bay and he suspected that it was going to be quieter than the summer had been.
Freddie stopped the car outside the bank. He felt in his pocket for the keys Aiden had given him.
‘I’ll open the night safe.’ David left the car and looked up and down the street. A street lamp burned brightly directly in front of the bank, but the corner that marked the junction with West Bute Street was shrouded in shadow. The only sounds he could hear were the ships’ hooters and the cries of excitement from the gamblers some distance away.
He bent over the night safe, which was set low in the wall of the bank. A shadow moved. He turned. A skinny middle-aged woman was standing in front of him, dressed like most of the street walkers in too few clothes and too much make-up. She held out a cigarette.
‘Got a light, lover boy?’
‘Don’t smoke,’ David answered.
‘Want something else?’ She pulled down the neck of her low-cut dress and pushed out her flat chest.
‘Clear off.’
‘No need to be rude.’
Aiden climbed out of the back of the car. ‘You’re not wanted, miss. Buzz off.’
David turned back to the night safe but a heavy blow between his shoulder blades felled him to his knees. It was followed by a second blow to the back of his head. The world blurred into grey and black swirls. He was vaguely aware of someone screaming as he collapsed headlong on to the filthy pavement. It was only when he closed his mouth he realised the screams had been his own.
He lay in excruciating pain, unable to move a muscle.
Shapes and shadows moved above and around him. He heard the dull thuds of fists hammering into flesh, interspersed with sharp gasps of breath. He tried to cry out again but failed to make a sound.
Something heavy fell on top of him. He struggled to move it aside and Aiden’s face loomed barely an inch away from his. Aiden’s eyes were open, staring, and something dark and sticky was oozing from his mouth. It took David a few minutes to realise it was blood.
‘Turn him on to his back – I need pressure. Here!’
David lay curled in anguish on the pavement as Aiden was hauled off and laid alongside him. He watched Micah work frantically. He wanted to help, tried to help, but it was torture simply to draw breath.
Micah took off his jacket and crumpled it into a ball.
He grabbed a constable’s hand and pushed the jacket into it before pressing it down hard on to Aiden’s chest. ‘Come on,’ he urged the rookie constable, setting his own hands over the officer’s. ‘A strong boy like you can press harder than that.’
Aiden turned his head and looked directly at David. ‘Aiden?’ David whispered.
Aiden’s eyes glistened darkly like wet coal pebbles into his.
‘Aiden?’
Aiden blinked.
‘Keep talking to him, David,’ Micah shouted. ‘Keep talking. Aiden, look at David, Aiden, fight the pain …’
David kept whispering Aiden’s name, although even as he watched, a cloud filmed Aiden’s eyes. Aiden could still see him, David was certain of it, but it was as though someone was drawing a veil between them.
‘Press harder,’ Micah urged the officer as he continued to try to stem the flow of blood from Aiden’s chest. ‘Where the hell is that ambulance?’
‘They’ll be here as soon as they can, Micah.’
David looked up and saw that they were surrounded by a sea of uniformed police officers.
‘Carry on pressing,’ Micah urged, but even through his pain David sensed that Micah was speaking automatically, without thought as to what he was saying.
David heard Freddie’s distinctive Irish drawl. ‘One of you go to the Tiger Ragtime, get the boss down here. They cut the chain on Aiden’s wrist and got our money. Over ninety quid …’
‘Freddie, are you all right?’ Micah asked.
‘Flesh wound on my arm. Bastard shredded my new suit jacket,’ he cursed.
‘Trust a bloody Irishman,’ one of the coppers said. ‘His arm’s been carved into dog meat and all he can think about is his suit.’
‘Keep pressing down on that jacket.’ Micah turned from Aiden to Freddie. He pulled the tie from around his neck and tied it tightly on the Irishman’s upper arm before looking at David. ‘Where does it hurt?’
‘My back, my head …’
When Micah tried to move him, black shadows crawled upwards from the ground, smothering him, making it impossible for him to breathe. ‘Don’t you faint on me, David! David!’ Micah’s voice, high pitched, urgent, penetrated the fog that had closed in on David.
‘The ambulances are coming.’ One of the rookies blew his whistle as hard as he could and waved his arms in the air.
‘There are enough of us standing around here, boy. I don’t think you need to do that,’ Constable Murphy, one of the older, more experienced officers said calmly.
An ambulance parked alongside them and a man climbed out.
‘This one goes first. Knife wound to the chest has punctured the heart.’ Micah pointed to Aiden. ‘You,’ he looked at the young officer who was still holding the blood-soaked jacket over Aiden’s chest, ‘get in the ambulance with him, and don’t let that pressure up for an instant.’
‘Me…?’
‘You, son.’ Constable Murphy helped the ambulanceman get a stretcher out of the back of the van.
‘Another ambulance is behind us, doctor,’ the ambulance man said, as he and his colleague prepared to move Aiden on to the stretcher.
‘I’m not a doctor,’ Micah said.
‘You behave like one.’
Bells ringing, a second ambulance pulled up behind the first.
‘We need a firm board on the stretcher here,’ Micah called out as soon as the driver and his mate emerged. ‘Spinal injuries and concussion. Freddie,’ Micah finally looked at the Irishman, ‘keep that tourniquet I’ve tied on your arm and get in with David, will you? I’m going with Aiden.’
Judy and Edyth jumped out of the Black Maria and ran headlong into the Royal Infirmary. It was only when they reached the deserted foyer and saw the empty corridors stretching around them that they realised they didn’t have a clue which direction to go in.
A porter rounded a corner. He took one look at Judy in her crimson silk evening gown and Edyth in the work overall and coat she had thrown over her nightdress and stopped dead in his tracks.
‘A relative was brought in tonight …’
‘A knifing victim. Fight in Bute Street? Three men were injured.’ Constable Murphy walked in behind them.
‘Two are in theatre, one’s in the treatment room. There are people in the waiting room.’ The porter pointed down a corridor directly ahead of them. ‘Want me to go with you?’
‘No, we’ll find them.’ Murphy took hold of Edyth’s arm and led the way.
Micah was standing in his blood-soaked shirt-sleeves outside a door at the end of the corridor, talking to a doctor wearing a surgeon’s apron and hat. A mask was pulled down around the doctor’s neck and there were blood splashes on his sleeves and the front of his apron. ‘He didn’t stand a chance,’ the surgeon declared. ‘The knife penetrated upwards from below the ribcage, straight into the heart, damaging the main artery. It’s a wonder he lived until he reached here. You did all that could be done, but he was a dead man the moment that knife hit the blood vessel.’
Edyth caught the tail end of their conversation and ran towards them. ‘Micah … David …?’
Micah slipped his arm around Edyth’s shoulders. ‘I’m fine and David is being operated on now.’
Edyth turned deathly pale. ‘The blood on your shirt …’
‘Most of it is Aiden Collins’s.’
‘Who’s dead?’
‘Aiden,’ Micah answered. ‘David Ellis is the boy who was brought in with spinal injuries and concussion,’ he explained to the doctor.
‘I’m sorry, Miss …’
‘Mrs Slater, I’m a relative.’ Edyth clung to Micah. ‘As Micah said, one of my colleagues is operating on him now. It may be some time before he finishes.’
‘Can we see David,’ Edyth begged.
‘Not while he’s in theatre.’ The doctor indicated the waiting room. ‘You’ll be more comfortable in there.’
Judy was already in the waiting room. She’d taken the chair next to Aled James, who was sitting, slumped forward, on a hard upright chair. He glanced up as they walked in.
‘You got here quickly, Aled,’ Micah commented suspiciously.
‘The police came to the club. They took me to the bank, you’d just left in the ambulances but my car was parked outside so I drove it up here.’ He rose to his feet and offered Micah his hand. ‘Thank you. Freddie and the doctors told me that you did everything you could to save Aiden’s life.’
Micah shook his hand before helping Edyth on to a chair. ‘Whatever I did, it wasn’t enough. How is Freddie?’
‘Preparing to have his arm stitched and be questioned by the police when I saw him a few minutes ago. They took him into a treatment room but they told me I could see him again later.’
‘Did he see who killed Aiden?’
‘Do you need to ask?’ Aled answered.
‘Charlie Moore’s thugs?’ Micah guessed.
‘They made a mistake leaving Freddie alive. After seeing the way Aiden died, he won’t be afraid to testify in court.’
‘Freddie – and you, Mr James – will need police protection,’ Constable Murphy said from the doorway.
‘I’ll buy Freddie all the protection he needs.’ Aled lifted his head and looked at Murphy. ‘That’s the only sure way that Freddie Leary will live to see the inside of a courtroom.’ He turned and stared at Judy as if he were seeing her for the first time. ‘When the police told me what had happened I ordered the boys who man the doors to walk you home.’
‘When I came off stage and heard that David, Aiden, and Freddie had been hurt, I had to come here with Edyth. I didn’t know Aiden was dead. I’m so sorry.’ Judy was sincere. She had been terrified of Aiden the first time she had met him, but she had known him long enough to discover that he was blindly loyal to Aled. And because she also worked for Aled, he had regarded her as one of the people he should protect.
‘I have to tell Harry about David … he’ll never forgive me if I don’t.’ Edyth felt frantically in her coat pocket for pennies for a public telephone. ‘Has anyone any change?’
‘There’s an office down the corridor that has a telephone they allow relatives to make calls from. I’ll take you there, Mrs Slater,’ Constable Murphy offered.
A nurse brought in a tray holding a teapot, sugar bowl, milk jug and half a dozen thick white institution mugs. ‘The doctor ordered it,’ she explained. ‘If you are all waiting for David Ellis to come out of surgery, you’ll probably be here until morning.’
* * *
At five o’clock, Judy felt that she had been condemned to sit in the waiting room for eternity. Every bit of her ached, especially the sides of her breasts confined by the boned strapless bodice of her gown. She felt ridiculously over-dressed for a hospital as well as freezing cold and over-exposed, given the Spartan surroundings of the icy waiting room. She had also left the club in such a hurry she had forgotten her stole.
When Aled saw her shivering, he emptied his evening jacket of his wallet, cigar case, and lighter and draped it over her shoulders. She continued to sit next to him, her fingers locked in his, occasionally stealing sideway glances up at his face, stern and intractable. She sensed that he held himself responsible for Aiden’s death and wished she could take some of the pain he was obviously feeling.
As dawn faded the light at the window from dark to pale grey, a porter wheeled Freddie past the open door of the waiting room. His round face was white beneath his shock of red hair. His arm was swathed in bandages and supported by a sling. A red flannel hospital dressing gown hung loosely over his shoulders. The police sergeant who was walking behind Freddie’s chair signalled to Murphy and Aled. They rose and followed him. The wheels on the chair squeaked, growing fainter with distance until they ceased altogether. After ten minutes of silence Harry rushed in.
Micah took him outside. They held an urgent whispered conversation before rejoining Edyth and Judy. The surgeon didn’t appear until half past six. He walked into the waiting room and removed his mask. To Micah’s relief he was smiling.
‘We’ve set David Ellis’s collar bone, and wired two broken vertebrae. His spinal column appears to be unaffected. He has a hairline fracture of the skull –’
‘What does that mean?’ Edyth asked, too upset to interpret the technical language.
The surgeon looked kindly at her. ‘It means that given time, good medical care, and nursing, David Ellis should make a full recovery without suffering any long-term ill effects.’
‘All his medical bills will be covered.’ Harry didn’t like the fact that the degree of care given to a patient depended on the ability to pay hospital bills, but he was realistic enough to know it was the case.
‘The office will be open at nine,’ the surgeon informed him briefly.
‘Thank you.’
‘We’ve strapped Mr Ellis into a spinal corset, and put him on bed rest. A couple of weeks and he should be well enough to leave here, provided he has someone to look after him.’
‘There’ll be a queue of people willing and able to do that,’ Micah volunteered.
‘Can we see him?’ Harry asked.
‘He’s in the recovery room. He’ll be taken up to the ward shortly. I’d rather you waited until visiting –’
‘Please,’ Edyth begged. ‘Just for one minute.’
‘As there’s no one else in the recovery room, you may look in through the window. But only for a few seconds,’ the doctor warned. ‘The anaesthetic hasn’t worn off, so he’s unconscious, but any disturbance could have a detrimental effect.’
‘We won’t make a sound,’ Edyth promised.
Judy hung back. ‘I’ll wait here for Aled.’
‘I’ll stay with Judy.’ Micah attempted to give Edyth an encouraging smile but she was too upset to return it.
Harry held out his hand, Edyth took it and they followed the doctor.
Judy huddled beneath Aled’s jacket. ‘I can’t believe the change a day has made. Yesterday all I had to think about was what gown to wear for my act in the club … and now … Aled will have Aiden’s funeral to organise. Freddie and David will have to be looked after …’
‘By the hospital, not by you.’ Micah went to her and opened his arms. She almost fell into them.
‘I’m sorry,’ she faltered as the first tears fell from her eyes. ‘I’m not helping.’
‘None of us are, because there’s nothing that we can do.’ Micah stroked her hair back from her face and held her the way he would have a child.
Constable Murphy returned and knocked on the open door. ‘Micah, as you were the first person on the scene with any medical knowledge we’ll need a statement from you. The hospital has given us the use of an office. Can you come with me now so we can take it down?’
Judy released him and stepped back. ‘Go; I can see Harry and Edyth coming back.’
Micah waited until they entered the waiting room. ‘How’s David?’ he asked.
‘He looks like you’d expect someone to look who’s just had an operation,’ Edyth said. ‘But you heard the doctor. He’s going to be fine, which is more than can be said for Judy if she doesn’t get some rest.’
‘You do look exhausted, Judy,’ Harry concurred. ‘I’m taking Edyth back to the bakery. I think you should come with us and go to bed.’
‘I’ll wait for Aled …’ Judy began.
‘He’ll be a while yet, Miss King,’ Murphy warned. ‘They were only halfway through the statements when I left the office just now. And Mr James still had to complete all the formalities relating to Mr Aiden Collins.’
‘I’d still rather wait.’
‘Judy, formally identifying Aiden Collins’s body and completing the forms could take all morning.’ Harry took a pencil and notebook from his pocket. ‘Write Aled a note. Constable Murphy will see that he gets it.’
‘I will, Miss King,’ the officer assured her.
‘You’ll be no use to Aled or anyone else if you don’t get some sleep,’ Harry warned.
Judy took the notebook and pencil and scribbled, Gone home, telephone me as soon as you can. She thought for a moment and added Love Judy, not caring who saw it, but she gave the note and Aled’s jacket to Micah, not Constable Murphy.
Harry took his keys from his overcoat pocket, and slipped off the coat. He folded it around Judy’s shoulders. ‘It’s cold out there.’
‘Thank you.’
‘I gave the ward sister all the information I could about David while you were talking to the surgeon, Harry, but I didn’t know the name of his doctor. I told her that you and Mary were next of kin, but I gave her my address and telephone number because I live closer to the hospital.’
‘I’ll fill in any gaps when I come back to open an account in the office. Let’s go. Both of you are sleeping on your feet.’
‘Not really,’ Edyth yawned.
‘Yes, really. Come on, my car is parked close to the front door.’
‘I feel as though I’m abandoning David,’ Edyth murmured.
‘We both are, but in the best place.’ Harry led Judy and Edyth down the corridor and out through the front door of the infirmary.
He had parked his open-topped Crossley tourer next to Aled’s Bentley. He left the girls and stepped between the cars, intending to open the back and front passenger doors of the tourer, when someone ran full tilt through the gates and lunged at him.
Caught unawares, Harry staggered back and stared at the man who was waving something in front of his eyes. Something, long and thin and as crimson as Judy’s dress. It took a few seconds for his numbed brain to recognise it as a knife.
He glanced down and saw blood seeping through his jacket and waistcoat. Edyth screamed and he saw a second man dragging her back away from him. The man wielding a knife was now bearing down on Judy. Harry threw himself between them.
The man tried to push him aside. Hampered by her long skirts and torn between a desire to help Edyth and Harry, Judy hesitated.
‘The other boys didn’t finish the job but we will. Say goodbye to your songbird, Aled James,’ the man holding the knife hissed.
Harry summoned the last vestiges of his strength, and pushed Judy back towards the door of the infirmary.
‘Run!’ He blocked the man, preventing him from reaching Judy, and watched him sink the knife to the hilt in his stomach.