was utterly lost. She knew it could not possibly be for money. Claudine was rich anyway.
"As an excuse for standing in the street outside the sort of shop where they would sell the photographs that Jericho Phillips takes of little boys," Claudine replied. "We know the faces of some of his boys; perhaps I can find these photographs, or at least tell Commander Monk where they may be found. Then he will have another way in which to trap Phillips. Or he may trap some of the men who buy them..." The further she went in trying to explain her idea, the more desperate and foolish it sounded.
"Cor!" Ruby let out her breath in a sigh of amazement and admiration. Her eyes were wide and shining. "Then 'e'd 'ave the proof! 'E could make 'em split on Phillips, eh? It wouldn't be like 'angin' 'im, but it'd make 'im mad, for certain. An' it'd make 'is customers as mad as wasps in a fire, an' all! I'll 'elp yer, an' I won't tell no one, I swear!"
"Thank you," Claudine said with profound gratitude. "Now, shall we have breakfast? I trust you like marmalade?"
"Cor! Yeah, I do. Ta." Ruby looked at the jar and she could almost taste it already. "Yer'll 'ave ter 'ave a blouse an' skirt wot's right, an' a shawl. I can get yer one. It'll smell, mind. But it should. Yer can't go lookin' like that, or they'll con yer in a second. An' yer'll 'ave ter keep yer mouth shut as much as yer can. I'll tell yer wot ter say. Or better, pretend as yer deaf, an' can't 'ear nuffin'. An' boots. I'll get yer some boots wot look like yer'd already walked ter Scotland an' back in 'em."
"Thank you," Claudine said quietly. She was beginning to wonder if she really had the courage to go through with this. It was an insane idea. She was totally incompetent to carry off such a thing. It would be humiliating. They would see through her disguise in an instant, and Wallace would have her committed as a lunatic. He would have no trouble at all. What other explanation could there be for such behavior?
Ruby shook her head. "Yer got some guts, Missus." Her eyes shone with awe. "I reckon even Miss 'Ester'd be proud o' yer. 'Course I won't tell 'er!" she added hastily. "I won't never give yer away."
That sealed the decision. There was no escape now. She could not possibly forfeit Ruby's faith in her, and that burning admiration. "Thank you," Claudine said again. "You are a loyal and excellent ally."
Ruby beamed with pleasure, but she was too thrilled to speak.
Naturally Claudine did not go until it was dusk, when she had far greater chance of being unrecognized. Even so, she walked with her head down, shuffling a little in unfamiliar and extremely uncomfortable boots. She must have looked dreadful. Her hair was greased with oil from the kitchen, the smell of which she found distasteful, like a stale pan. Her face was carefully smeared with grime, similarly her hands and as much of her neck as showed. She had an old shawl around her, and was glad to hold it tight, not for warmth, because the evening was mild, but to conceal as much of herself as she could. She carried a light tray that would be hung around her neck on a string, and a bag full of matchboxes to sell. She also had about one and sixpence worth of change, mostly in pennies and halfpennies. Ruby had told her that more would be suspicious.
She began on the dockside beyond Wapping and walked slowly until she found a corner between a good tobacconist and a public house, then stood there with the tray resting just below her bosom and felt as conspicuous as a squashed fly on a white wall, and about as useful.
She also felt afraid. As darkness settled she could see only the short stretches under the street lamps clearly, or wedges of broken pavement where light spilled out a window, or a suddenly opened door. There was noise all around. In the distance dogs were barking above the clatter of hooves from the traffic on the busy cross street seventy yards away. Closer to her people were shouting, and above it was the occasional burst of laughter.
She was ridiculously grateful when someone bought matches, and actually spoke to her. Just that they had seen her and acknowledged her as a