TWENTY-SIX
She'd bloody kill me, she knew I were here.
August 1914The notice had been pasted onto the back of the post office pillar box that stood at the junction of Ashbrook Road and Whitton Lane. Arthur Morrison, the Council billposter, had ridden up on his bicycle with a bucket of paste strapped to the carrier at the back, and rolls of posters in the other basket, and pasted it up. The surprising thing was that nobody saw him, even though it had gone nine o'clock in the morning.
When he had finished he got back on his bike and rode around to the ‘Green Tree’ and pasted a notice on the wall there; for good measure, he put one on the stone pillar at the end of the bridge over the river at the bottom of Bitchburn Hill, another one further up Whitton Road past the junction, and one on t
