Chapter 9
LONDON
APRIL 1887
‘ER NAME MIGHT BE BLACK EYED MARY, Guv, or leastwise that’s her street moniker. One of Razor George’s girls,’ Gimlet exclaimed – his squeaky voice pitched even higher than usual with the excitement of his news.
As well as the official police procedures to try and identify the unknown murder victim, Gimlet had also put the word out on the street about the dead girl – put out the word that the police were trying to identify a murdered girl, possibly a street p********e, whose body had been fished from the Thames some days ago. As so often before, it was the unofficial route that brought results. Six days after viewing the body of the poor girl in the mortuary of St Bartholomew’s, information had come back to him on the quiet that one of Razor George’s girls ha
