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Authors: Martina Cole

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Oh, Sarah had plenty of money these days and the house was lovely. After the lean years, she had been only too

 

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happy to take the money her sons thrust on her. She had never questioned where it came from, though she knew deep inside. But if their lifestyles affected her daughter, she would murder the lot of them. Maura was going to have the chances that she herself had never had. One of her children would achieve something in this world. She was determined on that.

Outside in the summer evening, Maura was the centre of attention. ‘Well done, Maws.’ This from Garry, who was very fond of his sister.

‘I hit her with me bag, that’s what done it.’

They all looked across the road as they heard their father call. Maura’s eyes lit up and she skipped across the road to meet him. Benjamin Ryan had had a skinful, that much was evident. He was flushed around his ample face and neck. Under one arm he had a large box of crisps and a bottle of Tizer. He passed the box to Lee who had followed Maura over the street and picked his daughter up in his arms. The old man, as they called him, worshipped his daughter and they all knew this and accepted it. In their own way they all felt the same. Maura rubbed her face against his cheek and felt his stubble scratching against her smooth skin. She breathed in his familiar odour of best bitter and Woodbines and snuggled against him, safe and secure.

‘How’s me best girl then?’

‘All right, Dad. Had a win?’ ,.

He laughed at her cheek. ‘How do you know I’ve had a win?’ He asked the question in a mock stern voice.

‘The box of crisps and Tizer for a start, and your beery breath.’

Benjamin looked at his sons, a theoretical scowl on his

face. ‘Hear that, boys? Typical woman! She’ll drink the Tizer and eat the crisps, and still complain where they come from!’

Benny laughed with Maura, but Garry and Lee just smiled wanly. The memory of empty bellies because their father had gambled away all the National Assistance was still fresh in their minds. They all walked up the steps and into the house.

Sarah had started the evening meal. She completely ignored her husband until he fell asleep in his chair, whereupon she woke him up and berated him all the way up the stairs, their shouting and swearing affecting the children not one iota. Half an hour later they sat down to their tea. Maura was once more in high spirits. As they sat chatting around the table there was a loud knock on the front door. Garry answered it and came back into the kitchen with two policemen.

‘Go and wake your dad up.’ Sarah’s voice was heavy.

The elder of the two policemen smiled at Sarah but she dropped her eyes and tried to busy herself at the sink. Every nerve in her body was jangling. Every time the police visited her house she felt a heavy sickness inside her. Maura and Benny carried on eating.

Benjamin Ryan shuffled into the kitchen in his trousers and string vest, his braces hanging down the sides of his legs.

‘What the fuck do you want?’ His voice was menacing.

The older policeman looked at the children, a question in his eyes.

‘Never you mind them, they’ll hear what you got to say sooner or later. Now spit it out, man. I ain’t got all day.’

‘Very well. We’ve got some bad news for you, concerning your son Anthony.’

‘What about my Antney? Escaped, has he?’ Benjamin’s voice sounded hopeful.

 

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‘No, not exactly. I’m sorry to tell you, Mr Ryan, that your son is dead.’

‘He’s whatf Sarah’s hand went to her chest and she struggled to find breath. Lee went to her and folded her in his arms. The younger children were pale and silent.

‘He was stabbed to death this morning in Pentonville prison. In the showers. We’re doing everything possible to find the people responsible.’

Sarah’s sobbing was building to a crescendo. The younger policeman was watching her, fascinated.

‘Jesus H. Christ!’ Benjamin was trying to clear his drink-fuddled brain. ‘Who would want to kill my Antney? Everyone liked him …’

The younger policeman dragged his eyes from Sarah and looked at Benjamin.

‘Well, someone didn’t. You don’t stab your mates.’

Benjamin went for him. ‘Why, you dirty little bastard!’

The other officer intervened, all formality forgotten now.

‘Calm down, Benny. And you, Brown, shut your bloody big gob!’ He pushed Benjamin back against the kitchen wall. ‘Look, Ben, we’ve been questioning Leslie all morning and he won’t say a dicky bird, but we think he knows who done it.’ . Benjamin pushed the man away. ‘Of course he won’t tell you. He ain’t a grass.’

‘Grass or no, Ben, this person has killed his brother.’

‘And that person will pay. Thanks for coming, Bill, but you can go now. I need to speak to me wife.’

His tone held dismissal and the two officers left the house. Benjamin pointed at Lee.

‘Go up West to Mickey’s and tell him what’s happened. Tell him, Geoffrey and Roy to get their arses home - now.’ Lee nodded. Still holding his mother, he walked her to his

 

father. As Benjamin tried to comfort her, Sarah pushed him violently away. ‘a

‘Don’t you dare touch me! You’ve brought us to this, you conniving old bastard.’ . Getting up from her seat, Maura ran to her mother. The two held on to each other tightly. Benjamin looked frightened by his wife’s attitude. The hatred in her voice had shocked him.

‘Garry, nip round and get the quack for your mother.’

The boy ran from the room, frightened. His mother’s wailing, following him down the front steps, seemed to spur him on. Maura, tears running down her face, was frightened out of her wits. Anthony was dead … her brother Anthony who had alternately teased and comforted her was lying somewhere dead, never to come home again. Fighting Margaret Lacey seemed so futile now. Why was it that bad things always happened when you were feeling happy? The voices had been going on all evening. Maura could not sleep. She slipped out of bed, where her mother was snoring softly. The doctor had been in and given her some sleeping pills. He had tried to give her an injection but it had only made her more hysterical. Pulling the cover up over her mother’s shoulders, Maura crept from the room and down the stairs. The front room door was slightly open and she pressed her face to the crack. Her eldest brother Mickey was walking up and down the room talking, his face set in a dark scowl. Maura loved Mickey. He was her favourite brother. She thought he was the handsomest of them all. All the boys were dark, with deepset blue eyes, but Mickey was magnificent. He had something that attracted people to him - men as well as women. Maura adored

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him. He was like a god to her. Now, though, she was seeing a Mickey that she didn’t know. His teeth were gritted together and he had dark circles under his eyes. He looked ferocious.

‘I swear I’ll kill the bastards! So help me God, I’ll kill them.’

‘Calm down, Mickey. Calm down.’ This from Geoffrey. ‘Calm down, you say? When them bastards have stabbed our brother to death?’ Geoffrey took a long drink of his whisky. ‘Calm down and think clearly, that’s what I’m saying. Think with your head and not your heart.’

Michael stopped abruptly in his pacing and punched the wall.

‘I’d rather have given the bastards the cab ranks than see Antney dead.’ Geoffrey sighed.

‘Well, it’s done now, Bruv. What we’ve got to decide is how we retaliate.’

‘We’ll blow the fuckers off the face of the earth, that’s what we’ll do!’

‘I was thinking along those lines.’ Everyone in the room stared at Gerry Jackson, one of Mickey’s closest friends, and he coloured slightly.

‘What I thought was, right, they’ve got a rank in Ilford, ain’t they? In the High Street.’ All heads nodded in agreement.

‘Well, on Saturday night, Lee here and, a few of his mates can go up the Ilford Palais, right? Later on in the evening they go into the Greek bastard’s cab rank, as for a cab to say … Wanstead. Anywhere, just so they can get a good look in. If he’s there, one of them can trot off and let us know, then we can poodle round and petrol bomb the place. We can sit round Green Lanes waiting for word.

It must be someone they won’t recognise. That would teach the saucy gits a lesson.’

Mickey nodded his head.

‘Yeah, that sounds dawdy, Gerry, I’ll have some of that. Meantime, me and Geoff and Roy, who’ll be the main suspects, can be causing a disturbance somewhere else.’

‘Brilliant! That’s it then.’

Maura, listening to all this, was frightened. Her brothers were planning to blow someone up! She had heard people talk about her brothers. Tearaways and out of control, had become the prevalent opinion in Lancaster Road. Yet she realised that people were always nice to their faces, especially Mickey’s. A couple of Saturdays previously, she had walked with him along the Portobello Road. They had stopped to get some fruit for her, and the stall-holder had insisted that it was a gift, refusing Michael’s money as if it was the norm to give his produce away for free. Now she knew why people acted like they did. It was because her brothers blew people up.

She started to hop from one foot to the other. She was scared. Anthony was dead and her brothers were going to blow someone up. Suddenly, the door opened and Roy was standing in front of her.

She saw his face go pale.

‘What’s this then? Can’t you sleep, Princess?’ His voice was very loud. He picked her up and carried her into the front room. It was heavy with cigarette smoke and she coughed. Michael held out his arms to her and she shrank away from him, clinging to Roy. This Mickey frightened her. This was not her brother who cuddled her and bought her things … this was a man who blew people up. She looked fearfully into his face. He was so hurt by her attitude he was nearly in tears. With all that had happened with Anthony, he was near the end of his tether. Suddenly

 

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sensing this, Maura slipped out of Roy’s arms and ran to him, big dry sobs bursting from her throat and bouncing off the walls.

He scooped her up into his arms and holding her tightly, rubbed his face into her soft, sweet-smelling hair.

She cried hard, wracking sobs distorting her voice. ‘I want Antney to come home … I want Antney to come home! Blow the bad man up, Mickey. Blow the bad man up!’

He looked at the other men in the room, his eyes resting on his father. Through her tears Maura heard someone mutter, ‘Jesus Christ!’

Michael held her until her sobs subsided. Holding her away from him so he could look into her face, he spoke to her. His voice sounded worried.

‘Listen, Princess. You must never … ever … tell anyone what you heard here tonight. Do you understand what I’m saying? If you tell anyone, even a friend, then the police will come and take us all away. Even Dad. Do you understand me?’

She nodded at him solemnly. ‘I won’t tell anyone, Mickey … not even Mum.’

Instinctively she knew that this was what he wanted to hear. He blinked and the relief in his eyes was evident. ‘Good girl. You’re a good girl. Now, let Dad put you back to bed.’ He kissed her on the forehead and lips tenderly, then placed her on the floor. ‘Good night, Princess.’

She took her father’s outstretched hand and began to walk from the room. At the door she looked back over her shoulder at Mickey, her face serene. In her white nightdress she looked like a golden angel. She opened her mouth and spoke.

‘I meant what I said, Mickey … get them that done in Antney.’ With that she carried on walking with her father.

Benjamin looked at her sadly. His little girl was learning the realities of life. He just wished she could have been spared them a little longer. On 20 July 1960 they buried Anthony Ryan. The funeral cortege went slowly past Wormwood Scrubs prison, up past the wagon works and on to Saint Mary’s Roman Catholic Cemetery at the top of Scrubs Lane. There were five cars from the funeral parlour following the coffin. Behind these were two dozen other cars containing friends and relatives. A police car containing Leslie, handcuffed but in his best suit, was last in the line.

In the first car Sarah sat dry-eyed, staring out at the passing roads. As they had passed by Du Cane Road, where the entrance to Wormwood Scrubs prison was, she had been reminded of how many times she had been there, visiting either her husband or one of the older boys. Her husband had been proud of how he had lived his life. ‘I’m a ducker and diver.’ How many times had she heard him tell someone that? Well, the result of his way of living was upon them today. Her lovely boy dead. She felt the hot tears bunch in her throat.

Looking into her troubled face, Benjamin placed his hand gently on her arm. She smacked it away. She blamed him for all this. He had encouraged the boys to be villains. Even when they had been little more than babies he had started to corrupt them. If they had been beaten in a fight, he would give them a good hiding and send them back out to do the job properly.

‘None of my boys are Nancys,’ had been one of his favourite expressions, coupled with, ‘All my boys are hard.’ He had dragged them to dog tracks, pubs, bare knuckle fights. He had taught them how to pick a lock, steal a car, to shoplift… The list was endless.

What had he done? She asked herself. She felt an urge to fell him to the floor of the car, strike his face and hurt him as she was hurting inside. Her big manly husband - at this moment she hated him. She crossed her arms across her breasts and hugged herself. Her gaze lighted on her only daughter and her face softened. This one he could not touch. A beauty was her Maura. Sarah’s pride in her daughter knew no bounds. With her white-blonde hair and dark blue eyes, she was exquisite. Now Maura’s hair was hanging in long waves, unaccustomed to being out of plaits, her eyes sad and shining with unshed tears. Sarah knew that the child was bewildered by all that had happened. She leant across the car and grasped Maura’s hand, forcing herself to give her daughter a little wink. The cars stopped and everyone got out, standing around in little groups, talking in hushed voices.

Sarah’s seven remaining sons carried Anthony’s coffin to the graveside. The main mass and requiem mass had already been said in the RC Church in Notting Hill. Now all that was left was to bury her boy. The youngest, Benny, although only thirteen, walked with his brothers, carrying the coffin. Michael had placed Maura, dressed in white, at the front of the coffin. She led them slowly through the graveyard to the burial site.

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