Sowerbutt's Lady 2

Polly had had enough. “It’s always about your stupid Family, isn’t it,” she exploded. “What about us, James? You and me? No, it’s always the Family with you, every time. Fine, go and find your murderers? Beat them, cut their silly balls off, kill them, you violent bastard. I really don’t care. But don’t expect me to be waiting around for you whenever you come back with more blood on your hands. I’m sick of all the violence and trouble.

“Look at what you did to poor Nero. He is terrified of you, he was still shaking when I saw him up at the stalls in Chrisp Street. He showed me the mark you made on his neck, you could have killed him. Was that really necessary, you sadistic bully?
“He made a bad mistake, a terrible mistake, but he might have got a knife in his ribs if he had been there. Did you ever think about that? Then there would have been two terrible murders. You are hardly high on the Mr Clever list, are you James?”
Sowerbutt looked blankly at his lady love with whom he was enjoying a rare quiet evening. What was upsetting his red-haired beauty all of a sudden? He could spot danger at a hundred yards and had an unerring nose for mischief on the East End’s back streets, but he could never be sure of his lady’s moods.
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