5. A LIGHT IN THE NIGHTJosella began to recover her self-possession. With the deliberate and obvious intention of taking her mind off what lay behind us she asked:
‘Where are we going now?’
‘Clerkenwell first,’ I told her. ‘After that we’ll see about getting you some more clothes. Bond Street for them, if you like, but Clerkenwell first.’
‘But why Clerkenwell—? Good heavens!’
She might well exclaim. We had turned a corner to see the street seventy yards ahead of us filled with people. They were coming towards us at a stumbling run, with their arms outstretched before them. A mingled crying and screaming came from them. Even as we turned into sight of them, a woman at the front tripped and fell; others tumbled over her, and she disappeared beneath a kicking, struggling heap. Beyond the
