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could 'a got 'im right enough," the old woman said dourly, her smile vanished. "It's a bad shame Mr. Durban is dead. 'E were the one as mebbe could 'a done for Phillips. Didn't take no nonsense from no one, 'e din't, but 'e were fair, an' nothin' weren't too much trouble if yer was down."

Scuff stood suddenly upright.

Monk swallowed. " Durban?"

"'Course, Durban," she snapped, glaring at him. "'Oo d'yer think I was talkin' about, the Lord Mayor o' London? 'Ard man if yer was bad, but soft as muck if yer was sick or poor, or old, like me. 'E wouldn't 'ave stood 'ere in the sun leavin' me on me feet, an' me mouth dry as a wooden boot. 'E'd 'a gave me a cup o' tea, an' bought a couple o' pairs o' shoelaces an' all."

"Why was he looking for Tilda's son?" Monk had to examine the moment of kindness, so it would not later fade and slip out of his grasp.

"'Cause 'e were afraid Phillips might 'ave got 'im, yer fool!" she said in disgust.

"Was that likely?"

"'E knew. Tried 'is 'ardest ter get the bastard, then 'e got killed 'isself. Now them stupid sods o' the river police in't good for nothin' 'cept smugglers, pickpockets, an' a few 'eavy 'orsemen." She was referring to the thieves who stole goods from the ships and brought them ashore in specially designed pockets inside their coats. The reproof stung less than Monk would have expected, and he shot a glance at Scuff to prevent him from leaping to his defense.

"Then he was going to catch Phillips?" he asked mildly.

She looked him up and down. "Yer want a pair o' laces?" she asked.

He fished tuppence out of his pocket and passed it to her.

She gave him the laces. "Yer in't man enough to do it," she responded. "Yer gotter ask an old woman like me the way?"

Scuff could take it no more. "You mind yer gob, yer ol' mare!" he said furiously. "Mr. Monk's strung up more murderers than yer've 'ad 'ot dinners or like ter 'ave! Mr. Durban never got Phillips neither, an' you in't no 'elp. Where's 'is boat, eh? 'Oo goes on an' off it? 'Oo puts burns on them boys when they get out o' line? 'Oo kills 'em, an' why, eh? D'yer even know wot yer talkin' about, yer ol' bag o' bones?"

She darted her hand out and gave him a swift, hard slap around the ear. Monk winced as he heard the crack of skin on skin.

Scuff let out a howl.

"Wot'd I tell you lot fer?" the old woman demanded furiously. "Yer wouldn't do nothin'. Yer wouldn't take no risks ter keep the little bastards safe, not like 'e did."

"Risks?" Monk asked, gulping down hope and trying to keep his voice steady. He must not let her know it mattered. She would play every advantage. He even tried to invest his tone with some skepticism.

She was still angry. Her contempt was bitter in the deep lines around her eyes and mouth. "'E got Melcher, dint 'e?" She gave a toothless sneer. "Real clever sod 'e were, when 'e wanted. And 'e conned Melcher every time, if 'e din't keep an eye on other boys, an' Phillips knew it. Pearly Boy too. Weren't till after Durban were dead that Reilly went. But wot'd yer know? Bloody useless." She spat on the dusty ground. "Yer don't make me laugh like 'e did. An' don't give me nothin' ter eat."

He walked away with Scuff, thinking deeply. The insults did not bother him, it was the information whirling in his head that he needed to order. Melcher he knew was a heavy horseman, one of the roughest. According to the old woman, Durban had held something over him. Pearly Boy was an opulent receiver, a fence of the more elegant and expensive goods stolen and resold along the river, a man whose reputation for ruthlessness and greed was well enough known to keep him insulated from the usual dangers and irritations of rivalry in his particular trade. It seemed Durban had somehow manipulated him too. Phillips would not have liked that.

But who was Reilly? Or if the old woman was right, who had he been, and what had happened to him?

Scuff was worried. He glanced at Monk now and again, then away quickly.

"What is it?" Monk asked eventually as they crossed the narrow bridge on the Wapping Basin and moved west.

"She dint ought ter 'ave talked to yer