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First published in 2013

Copyright © Catherine Jinks 2013

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without prior permission in writing from the publisher. The
Australian Copyright Act 1968
(the Act) allows a maximum of one chapter or ten per cent of this book, whichever is the greater, to be photocopied by any educational institution for its educational purposes provided that the educational institution (or body that administers it) has given a remuneration notice to Copyright Agency Limited (CAL) under the Act.

Allen & Unwin
83 Alexander Street
Crows Nest NSW 2065
Australia

Phone:
(61 2) 8425 0100
Email:
[email protected]
Web:
www.allenandunwin.com

A Cataloguing-in-Publication entry is available from the
National Library of Australia
www.trove.nla.gov.au

ISBN 978 1 74331 305 3

eISBN 978 1 74343 136 8

Cover and text design by Design by Committee
Set in Stempel Garamond 11/17 pt

To Erica Wagner

CONTENTS

1 A CHANCE MEETING

2 FLYPAPER

3 A CELLAR-BOGLE

4 OLD FRIENDS

5 OFF TO WHITECHAPEL

6 THE IMPERSONATOR

7 THE PENNY GAFF

8 THE MISSING APPRENTICE

9 ON THE ROOF

10 ST SEPULCHRE’S CHURCH

11 THE CRYPT-BOGLE

12 JAM TARTS FOR TEA

13 THE PROPOSITION

14 INTO THE VIADUCT

15 AN UNPLEASANT SURPRISE

16 A BRIEF RESPITE

17 MEETING THE MATRON

18 THE BLUECOAT BOYS

19 PLAIN DEALING

20 LOOKING FOR EUNICE

21 A LARDER-BOGLE

22 TELLING THE TRUTH

23 AN UNWELCOME ADDITION

24 THE SIDINGS

25 THE PUNISHER

26 RED LION COURT

27 A VIEW FROM THE TOP

28 CORNERED

29 THE CHIMNEY

30 SAFETY

31 THE COMMITTEE

GLOSSARY

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

1
A CHANCE MEETING

The man stationed at the door was small and stout. He had a red face, blue eyes and wispy grey curls. His satin-breasted coat was trimmed with silver lace. His top hat was the colour of mulberries.

‘Walk in! Walk in! Now exhibiting!’ he boomed. ‘The best show in London, ladies and gentlemen! A Menagerie of Mythical Beasts! Living, breathing monsters for only one penny!’

The narrow shopfront behind him was plastered with brightly coloured advertisements. One of them showed a picture of a very young girl cracking a whip at something that looked like a giant toad.

‘See our griffin! See our mermaid! See our erlking!’ cried the man in the purple hat, tapping at the picture with his bamboo cane. ‘See Birdie McAdam, the Go-Devil girl, tame a fierce bogle and a dainty unicorn!’

Across the road, Jem stopped short. He stood goggle-eyed as the crowds surged past him. In one hand he carried a cheap broom. On his feet he wore nothing but a thick layer of mud.

For a moment he stared at the man in the purple hat. Then he darted forward, dodging a pile of horse manure and the rattling wheels of a carriage.

‘See the world’s greatest novelties, ladies and gentlemen! Marvel at the legendary two-headed snake of Libya! Touch a genuine dragon’s egg for only one penny!’ The red-faced showman raised his voice a little, drowning the chant of a nearby coster selling nuts and whelks. ‘Now exhibiting! Satisfaction guaranteed! The World’s Greatest Wonders, here in Whitechapel Road!’

He was perched high on a wooden box, with a good view of all the bobbing umbrellas that filled the street. But he didn’t see Jem until the boy tugged at his coat.

‘Sir? Hi! Sir?’

Glancing down, the man saw only a filthy little crossing-sweeper in a ragged blue shirt and striped canvas trousers, torn off at the knee. A cap like a cowpat cast the boy’s gleaming brown eyes into shadow. It also concealed most of his thick, black, glossy hair – which was his best feature, though it made his head look too big for his body.

‘Hook it,’ the man growled. ‘Go on.’

‘Please, sir, I’m a friend o’ Birdie McAdam. Will you let me in? She’ll want to say hello.’

‘Get out of it, I said!’

Jem flushed. ‘I ain’t gammoning you, sir! Jem Barbary’s the name. Why, Birdie and me – we used to knock around Bethnal Green together when she were just a bogler’s girl. Ask
her
if we didn’t!’

The only reply was a quick swipe with the bamboo cane, which left a red welt on Jem’s knuckles. He jumped back, grimacing. Then he retreated a few steps to take stock of the exhibition venue. It was a small, two-storeyed building wedged tightly between a pastry shop and a public house. Over the door was a faded sign, but Jem couldn’t read it. Nor could he see any side-alleys piercing the impenetrable wall of shop-fronts breasting the street.

But the public house was on a corner, and would probably have a rear yard of some kind. Jem’s gaze moved up a drainpipe, along a brick ledge and across a roof that bristled with chimneys. He’d burgled many a house in the past, and this one was no strong-box. He thought that he could probably find another way in – without paying a penny for the privilege.

‘Begging your pardon, lad, but is it true?’ a soft voice suddenly asked. ‘Do you really know Birdie McAdam?’

Startled, Jem spun around. He found himself staring up at a pretty young woman in a velveteen mantle. She had rosy cheeks, grey eyes, and lots of rich brown hair piled up under a hat that was barely big enough to support all the feathers, flowers, veils and ribbons sewn onto it.

She was sheltering from the rain under a pink silk parasol.

‘What’s it to you?’ he said, wondering why a decent-looking female would approach him in the street like a common beggar. The young woman glanced around nervously before leaning down to address him.

‘I’m Mabel Lillimere,’ she murmured. ‘I’m a barmaid at the Viaduct Tavern, on the corner o’ Newgate Street. If you
are
a friend o’ Birdie’s, and can persuade her to talk to me, I’ll stump up your fee so as you and I both can get in.’ Eyeing his grubby face with a touch of suspicion, she added fiercely, ‘But if you’re lying – why, I’ll box your ears so hard you’ll have your left ear on the right side o’ your head, and your right ear on the left!’

This threat didn’t worry Jem. He’d suffered worse. ‘Why not talk to her yerself?’ he wanted to know.

‘Because she’ll not see me! Or so
he
says.’ Mabel gestured at the man in the purple topper, who was now reminding all the damp pedestrians scurrying past him that Birdie McAdam was ‘well known to the public’ owing to ‘newspaper reports of her bogle-baiting prowess’. ‘Mr Lubbock, he calls himself,’ Mabel continued. ‘Claims he’s in charge. Says Birdie’s not inclined to speak to the public. Says she’s too shy, and needs to rest her voice.’

Jem snorted. ‘Well,
that’s
a flam,’ he declared. ‘Birdie’s as forward as they come. Did you offer him extra?’

‘Twopence.’

‘Then he’s a-humming you.’ His suspicions confirmed, Jem scowled at Mr Lubbock. ‘I’ll wager Birdie ain’t here. Last time I saw her, she were living with a fine lady near Great Russell Street, eating plum cakes every day and wearing lace on her petticoats. Why would she want to come back to the east and work in a penny gaff like this ’un, when there’s fine folk as think she’s too good for the life?’

Mabel’s face fell. Her troubled gaze slid towards Mr Lubbock. ‘You think that there feller is lying, then?’

‘Why not?’ Jem shrugged. ‘He’s a slang cove. Lying’s what they do best.’ Studying the barmaid with frank curiosity, he added, ‘Why d’you want to speak to Birdie? You can’t be kin – she ain’t got a soul to call her own.’

Mabel hesitated. At last she said, ‘I read about Birdie in the newspapers last summer, and never thought of her again till I passed this here gaff. Then I saw her name and recollected how she killed them monsters that you find in privies and coalholes and chimneys and such.’ Seeing Jem shake his head, Mabel frowned. ‘Didn’t she?’

‘Birdie
helped
kill ’em,’ Jem corrected. ‘She were bait for the bogles. Alfred Bunce did all the killing.’

‘Alfred Bunce?’

‘The bogler. Didn’t you read about him too? He were in the papers, same as Birdie.’

Mabel bit her lip. ‘I daresay,’ she mumbled. ‘But the little girl is what stuck in my head. There was a picture, as I recall. Such a
pretty
thing, with all them golden curls . . .’

‘And Mr Bunce ain’t pretty, which is why there wasn’t no pictures of
him
.’ By now Jem was feeling confident. He knew that he was onto something, so he fixed the barmaid with a shrewd and penetrating look. ‘You got a bogle problem, Miss?’

The barmaid sighed. ‘I think so.’

‘Why?’

‘On account o’ poor Florry.’ Edging further beneath the jutting first-floor window of the pastry shop, Mabel suddenly blurted out, ‘Florry used to be our scullery maid. She went down into the cellar last month, and never did come out. And not a trace of her was left, though Mr Watkins and me looked high and low—’

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