Twenty-One – Leather Apron FarceMy Tory landlady was quickly becoming a raging radical! Or she was raging against the radicals! I was, frankly, losing track. Mrs Griggs waved a copy of the Monday morning Star, reading out loud, interrupting herself in exasperation to complain about the differences (and even the outright lies) in the details of the same stories printed only the night before regarding the Hanbury Street crime. It was, she insisted, an egregious admission.
“We were compelled in our later editions of yesterday to contradict many of the reports which found admittance to our columns and to those of all our contemporaries earlier in the day. For this the senseless, the endless prevarications of the police were to blame.”
The Star blamed the police for their own prevarications!
