Chapter 22
29 HANBURY STREET, SPITALFIELDS, LONDON
SATURDAY SEPTEMBER 8th, 1888
BY THE TIME COLLINGWOOD AND FLANAGAN reached the scene, a large and angry crowd had already gathered, held back by a line of hard-pressed policeman.
Collingwood and Flanagan had to run a gauntlet of a***e from the angry onlookers. ‘What’cha doin’ to proteck’ us?’ shouted one red faced man whose breath reeked heavily of stale beer and gin as he thrust himself at Collingwood, to be pushed aside by a sweating bobby.
‘f*****g nothing, as per usual,’ answered a voice in the crowd.
The two police officers ducked under the arms of the line of police and down the passage into the rear yard of No 29 Hanbury Street, Spitalfields. Inside the yard, they joined Inspector Chandler who had been on duty in Commercial Roa
