The House That Jack Built by Robert Asprin & Linda Evans

“Remind me not to buy tea anywhere around here. What’s in that stuff they’re using? It smells horrible.”

“Don’t ask,” Malcolm said repressively.

“You don’t want to know what’s in the food around here, either,” Margo added. “They keep passing laws against putting in the worst stuff. Like brick dust in sausages, as filler.”

“Remind me to skip lunch. And I’m not a squeamish eater.” A guy couldn’t spend five years in Yesukai the Valiant’s tent and stay finicky, not if he wanted to survive. But he’d never eaten brick dust—of that, at least, he was morally certain. They passed the Ten Bells, a public house strategically poised on the corner of roaring Commercial Street and Fournier, within sight of the gleaming white spire of Christchurch, Spitalfields. Rough-dressed men loitered near the entrance, eyeing tired women who walked slowly past, returning the interested stares with calculating glances. A shabby woman selling roasted chestnuts beside the door paid the prostitutes no attention, reserving her efforts for paying customers. One woman who’d stopped to rest against the pub’s wall was driven away by a nearby constable.

“Move on, there, or I’ll take you in, so I will!”

The woman’s reply was not precisely in English, baffling Skeeter with a sharp spate of incomprehensible syllables, but she moved farther down the street. Skeeter scratched his neck. “What was that all about?”

Malcolm said quietly, “They aren’t allowed to pick a spot and solicit. They have to keep moving. Women walk from pub to pub, or simply circle a building like Saint Botolph’s Church, known locally as the `prostitutes’ church,’ for the women walking in dreary circles around it, hours at a time. They often stake out little territories without ever stopping long enough to get themselves arrested. Mary Kelly patrols the area around the Ten Bells pub, there. Rumor is, she’s very jealous of her beat. Of course, that may just be sour grapes from the other women. She’s very pretty and vivacious. She likes to sing and the men like her.”