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of human failure and the opportunism of the greedy who preyed on the weak.

It also included Durban catching boys, some no more than five or six years old, stealing food and small articles to sell. He had seldom charged them, and the assumption was that he had bought them from their parents in order to sell them to Phillips, or others like him. There was no proof, one way or the other, but too many of them had not been seen again in the usual places, nor was anyone saying where they had gone, or with whom.

"I'm sorry," Squeaky said as towards evening they walked along the path close to the river on the Isle of Dogs. They were making for All Saints Stairs to catch a ferry across to the pier on the south side, and then a bus to Rotherhithe Street, from which it was a short walk to Paradise Place. Squeaky had insisted on seeing her home, even though she frequently rode the bus or a cab by herself. "Looks as if yer Durban could 'a been bent as a pig's tail," he added.

She found it difficult to speak. What was she going to tell Monk? She needed to know before he did, so that she could do something to soften the blow. But what? If this were true, it was worse than she had imagined. "I know," she said huskily.

"D'yer want ter keep on?" he asked.

"Yes, of course I do!"

"That's wot I thought, but I gotter ask." He glanced at her, then away again. "It could get worse."

"I know that too."

"Even good men 'ave got their weaknesses," he said. "An' women too, I s'pose. I reckon yers is believin' people. It's not a bad one ter 'ave, mind."

"Am I supposed to be grateful for that?"

"No. I reckon it 'urts yer. But if yer knew everythin' yer'd be too cocky ter be nice."

"Not much chance of that," she replied, but she did smile, faintly, even though he could not see it in the fitful street lighting.

They made their way down towards the top of the All Saints Stairs. Just before they reached them, a figure stepped out of the shadows of a crane, and the light from the street lamp showed his face like a yellow mask, wide, thin mouth leering. Jericho Phillips. He looked at Hester, ignoring Squeaky.

"I know you've been looking for Reilly, Miss. Yer don't want ter do that."

Squeaky was taken aback, but he hid it quickly. "You threatenin' 'er, Mr. Phillips?" he asked with exaggerated politeness.

"Spot of advice," Phillips replied. "Friendly, as it were. Reckon I owe 'er a lot." He smiled, showing his teeth. "Might be swingin' on a gibbet by me neck, if it weren't for 'er evidence at me trial." He laughed softly, his eyes dead as stones. "Yer would find out a lot o' things yer'd be 'appier not knowin', seein' as you admired Mr. Durban so much. Yer find Reilly, poor boy, an' you'll like as not find out what 'appened to 'im. An' believe me, Miss, yer won't like that at all."

There was a ferry making its way across the oily black surface of the water, oars dipping in and out rhythmically.

"Brave boy, Reilly," Phillips added. "Foolish, mind. Trusted those 'e shouldn't 'ave, like River Police. Found out more'n it's good fer a boy like 'im ter know."

"So you killed him, just as you killed Fig," Hester said bitterly.

"No reason to, Miss," Phillips told her. "It weren't me Reilly were goin' ter tell on. I treat my boys very well. Stupid not to. Ask 'em! You won't find one as'll speak against me. I don't beat 'em, don't forget me-self an' 'oller and scream at 'em. I know me business, an' I look after it proper."

She looked at him with total loathing, but she could find no answer with which to retaliate.

"Think about it, Miss," Phillips went on. "Yer been askin' a lot o' questions about Durban. Wot did yer find out, eh? Liar, weren't 'e? Lied about everythin', even where 'e came from. Lost 'is temper something rotten, beat the tar out o' some folks. Covered up crime in some, lied about it in others. Now me, I might do that, but then yer'd expect it o' me." He smiled utterly without humor. " Durban 's different. Nobody trusts me, but they trusted 'im. That makes it somethin' else, a kind o' betrayal, right? Fer 'im ter break the law is bad, very bad. Believe me,