Nineteen – Morning in Hanbury StreetI awoke in afternoon to find Mrs Griggs in an uproar. That was not surprising. I expected, eventually, to find the entire City of London in uproar. That was my goal. The surprise came when I discovered my charming landlady's alarm was not at news of the new murder. There was that, of course, and it had upset her. But her true alarm had been initiated by what she called the 'prophecies of murder'!
I would never have thought my iron-willed landlady superstitious. To suggest as much, would most certainly have drawn her ire. But a separate article in each of the two newspapers she carried in with my tea, she claimed, had predicted that morning's murder. They had been written the night before. The papers had gone to press in the early hours, probably as the
