Those were the goings-on in Mitre Square, behind me and outside of my knowledge at the time. My worries were yet ahead of me.
goings-onOn the move, away from that scene, I crossed Duke Street and paused there to watch two Met cops coming on the run down Aldgate out of Whitechapel. They went by, paying me no mind. Why would they? I was merely one of many innocent citizens on the street as a result of police whistles (praying the cause was not another outrage. ha ha.) Besides, the tiny silver "aitches on their collars made it clear to all the world that, where they were headed, they had no authority. They were at the far edge of their Division and were merely rubber-neckers themselves.
Once they"d passed, I turned north on Houndsditch where I had to detour around another group of excited r
