Razor George had never heard of a burglar called Billy Pym, so he could not be a big time crook. Razor George knew every villain and thief in the City of London and far beyond, Billy Pym, whoever he was, would offer no threat when he finished with the boy and sold him on to Barlow Jiggs. And maybe he would take Alice as well; he was always ready to take another in another member to the ‘bosom of his fambly’. And he might just cut Billy Pym for the hell of it as well. He could feel a cutting mood coming on.
‘What about the brass I’se lookin’ for?’
‘Yes, Mister Razor, Alice says she seen Long Liz down Commercial Street, prossin’.’
‘When?’
‘Tonight, bout an hour ago. Soon as she sees ’er, Alice sends me to find yer, look in the Black Bull. She sez, tell Mister Razor and there’d be a shill
