Dark Assassin: A Novel by PERRY Anne

Author:PERRY, Anne [PERRY, Anne]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Random House, Inc.
Published: 2006-03-27T16:00:00+00:00

Monk was late to Wapping station again in the morning. He had not meant to be, but he had fallen asleep again after Hester had wakened him, and even her noisy riddling of the ashes from the stove had not wakened him.

It was nearly ten o’clock when he climbed the steps from the ferry. They were slicked over with ice and dangerously slippery. He reached the top and saw Orme coming out of the station door. Had he been waiting for him? Why? Another warning that Farnham was after him? He felt cold inside.

Orme came towards him quickly, his coat collar up, wind tugging at his hair.

“Mornin’, sir,” he said quietly. “Like to walk that way a bit?” He inclined his head to indicate the stretch southwards.

“Good morning, Orme. What is it?” Monk took the hint and turned to keep in step.

“Did a good bit of lookin’ around yesterday, Mr. Monk. Asked a few questions, collected a favor or two,” Orme answered in a low voice. He led Monk away from the station and, within a few moments, out of sight of it. “It’s right enough there’s been a lot more thievin’ in the last month or two—neat like, all tidy. Passenger standin’ talkin’, then a piece goes, watch or bracelet or whatever it is. Like as not it isn’t noticed fer a little while, then o’ course it’s too late. Could be anywhere. There’s always someone beside you as couldn’t ’ave done it, an’ they always say as they saw nothin’.”

“Several people working together,” Monk judged. “One to distract, one to take it, a passer, another to block the way with offers of help, and maybe a fifth to take it and disappear.”

“Yer right. An’ from what I ’eard, I’m pretty certain at least one of ’em was a kid, ten or eleven, each time.”

“Not the same child?”

“No, just that sort of age. People take ’em for beggars, mudlarks, just strays ’anging around for a bit of food, likely, or to keep warm. Better in a boat than on the dockside in the wind.”

Monk thought of Scuff. He would probably rather work than steal, but what was there for a child to do on the river in midwinter? The thought of hot food, a dry place out of the wind, and a blanket would be enough to tempt anyone. He was brave, imaginative, quick—the ideal target for a kidsman, one of those who took in unwanted children and made thieves of them. It was afar from ideal life, but in return the children ate and were clothed, and to some extent protected. The thought of Scuff ending like that sickened him. There was no leniency in the courts for children. A thief was a thief.

“Any idea who?” He found the words difficult to say.

Orme must have heard the emotion in his voice. He looked at him quickly, then away again. “Some. Only the arms and legs o’ the gang, so to speak. Need to catch the ’ead to be any use.

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