They barrelled through a crowd of men gathered on a street corner, talking loudly about what ought to be done about the maniac stalking women on these streets. “Sorry,” Noah doffed his hat as angry protests rose on all sides, “don’t want any bother, we’re on the trail of a missing lady . . .”
“Ah, gwan, y’sozzled face-ache,” one of the angry men flung after them, “better keep goin’ clappers or I’m like to put me bunch o’ fives in yer mince!”
As Jenna shoved her way through in Noah’s wake, one of the other men muttered, “Button it, Albert, an’ lay off the gin, you’re drunk as a boiled owl. It’s clear they got trouble, all right, Gawd ‘elp if it’s this bleedin’ Ripper again . . .” A block further on, a Salvation Army quartet blared away into the damp night while a frowsy woman with three children half-hidden in her skirts listened intently to the singers. The music sounded like a spiritualized rewrite of an old drinking song, “What Can You Do with a Drunken Sailor?” but included the unlikely refrain, “Anybody here like a sneaking Judas?”
Further along, a shouting match broke out between two very drunken sailors and the badly dressed women who accompanied them. One of the girls, who couldn’t have been above thirteen years of age, was pulling a long swig from a gin bottle. Jenna wanted to avert her gaze as they rushed past, but she’d seen worse since arriving in the East End—and was afraid she’d see far worse, yet, before this night ended.
As Noah took them around a corner, an angry roar of voices erupted behind them. Jenna glanced back to see an immense crowd of men burst from a side street and utterly engulf the sailors, their hired girls, and the Salvation Army quartet. They were shouting about the Ripper, making demands and ugly threats that left Jenna intensely grateful they’d missed being swept up with the rioters. She turned and hurried after Noah. Lachley, still oblivious to their pursuit, led them down into Wapping where they encountered two neatly dressed, earnest young men with American accents. The Americans were speaking with a group of women and ragged children.