Surviving the Krays: The Final Explosive Secret About the Firm by David Teale

Author:David Teale [Teale, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: True Crime, Murder, General, organized crime, Social Science, Criminology
ISBN: 9781473578319
Google: oS6zDwAAQBAJ
Publisher: Random House
Published: 2021-03-18T23:53:10.415747+00:00

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So, nobody was talking about who done Cornell. Ronnie was getting his confidence back: ‘I’m the Governor round here,’ he’d suddenly shout in that squeaky voice. ‘I’m the Colonel and whatever I say, goes! Fuck everyone, the police, the government!’ He couldn’t give a monkey’s about any form of authority, except occasionally perhaps his mum.

It was as if he knew the Yard weren’t going to come after him, like he was being told something. That he was safe from arrest. The twins always put it out that they had police on the payroll. I’d seen it myself from the 66 Club days, it was their way of keeping any grassing buttoned up. But they did have an intelligence service as good if not better than the honest cops. I’d seen that happening, it went to the top.

By now, Reggie’s renting a third-floor flat off a Jewish bird, Ana Kerin, who worked at the Le Monde Club in the King’s Road. She didn’t need the flat right then because she was in prison. I don’t know why. It was in a new block of flats, Flat 6 Manor Lea, 295 Green Lanes.

He got it fitted out with contemporary furniture from the Harrison Gibson store in Ilford. Alfie went there to order it – it cost £100 on account. Frances Shea had lived there very briefly before she ran for cover. By now, my brother Bobby had split with his wife Pat (Reggie paid for the lawyer) and seemed very well in with Reggie.

For a time, Bobby took up residence in Reggie’s new flat. As far as Alfie and I knew there was nothing funny about it. Reggie got a new girlfriend, a 21-year-old croupier called Christine Boyce. There were birds going in day and night – a non-stop party, four in a bed sometimes. The Firm were over there all the time, of course, and so was Ronnie. Then the twins got jumpy again – they couldn’t stay in the same place for long.

I didn’t know much about it at the time but that April 1966, Ronnie went to Saffron Walden in Essex, to see Geoffrey Allen the insurance fraudster, his old friend who’d got him out of trouble plenty of times before. He had a big old house called Hempstead Hall and seemed very wealthy. After that, they stayed at some hotel which Allen had booked them into, the Saffron. It was supposed to be some kind of holiday. The manager recognised the two of them as the Kray twins from newspaper photos (the Hideaway, presumably). After two nights, they were kicked out for general mayhem and went to another hotel in Cambridge, the Garden House – I’ve seen the file on it in the archives.

Albert Donoghue, the Dublin-born Kray enforcer, was there, Scotch Ian Barrie and Scotch Jack Dickson. They all scrawled false names in the register. Local coppers took an interest – they thought they were professional bouncers. Bobby went along too for whatever reason. I saw his name, R.

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