Eight – Miss Adler, Archie, and the c**k-upMrs Griggs' home, my lodging house, stood well south and east of the low-class slums. Though both were in the East End, there was no comparison at all. Our streets were made up of respectable working class individuals, much cleaner and far safer than the murder neighbourhood. Still, gossip and loose talk crossed all financial and moral boundaries and street talk and rumors did find their way to the parish of St George-in-the-East.
I heard the talk as I walked to work. And rejected the majority of it. Aware of human nature as I was, I had little doubt what I heard was more interesting (but probably less reliable), than the talk in the murder neighbourhood. There were plenty of liars there, don't misunderstand, but there was no telling how tall tha
