Chapter FourteenThere is, of course, just one loose end to be tied up in this tale of l**t and love, betrayal and salvation. And that is whatever happened to the b***h w***e Little Red? Well now, settle down and let me tell you.
In 1891 they came to knock down Flower and Dean Street, our home. Following the hoo-ha of the so-called Jack the Ripper murders (which in reality were all to do with the Vatican Man and others – as was later revealed to me, and will also be shortly revealed to you), the powers-that-be, and by that I mean the mortals, decided that the best way to deal with all this unpleasantness – the p**********n, the gin houses, the murdering – was to knock down the slums and start again. Well, as I heard my mam say to my daddy once when they thought I wasn't listening, “You can
