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Chapters (51)
  1. Cover
  2. Also available by Conor Brady
  3. Dedication
  4. Introduction and Acknowledgements
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Chapter 41
  47. Chapter 42
  48. Chapter 43
  49. Chapter 44
  50. Chapter 45
  51. Chapter 46

‘The ladies of the night over in Monto aren’t usually good at holding on to money,’ Mallon mused. ‘God help them; it’s hard earned and easily spent.’

‘That’s true, chief,’ Swallow agreed. ‘But Nellie Byrne was a bit different. We know that she was associated with some of the Fenian lads. She’d turn up at Land League meetings. Mostly the ladies over there don’t give a toss for politics.’

‘Fair point,’ Mallon conceded.

‘She was close to Ces, so she’d have been known to all of Vanucchi’s gang going in and out of Ces’s house. So which of them might have known that Ces left her a bit of money? That’s the question,’ Swallow said.

‘Boyle’s got a dangerously high opinion of himself as a detective, but he isn’t often wrong in his information,’ Mallon said. ‘If he’s got a whisper that one of Vanucchi’s men killed her, it’s likely to be on the mark. So if we take Vanucchi in, what do we have on him to concentrate his mind, so to speak?’

‘I wouldn’t propose to take him in, at least not now.’

‘What then?’

‘I’d get more out of him in a quiet conversation with a bit of threat behind it. We tolerate a lot of his carry-on because we get a good flow of information from him. But I can tie him in to a score of burglaries in Rathmines and Rathgar where he fenced the proceeds. I can link him to the gang that robbed Morrison’s jeweller’s in Exchequer Street in September. I can line him up with a whole series of thefts down on the docks—furs, Scotch whisky, a consignment of Swiss watches bound for a jeweller’s in Grafton Street. So I think an informal discussion, if I can use the term, would be likely to concentrate his mind, to use your own phrase.’

‘But could you get convictions for him on any of those?’

‘With respect, chief, that’s beside the point. We might never get enough evidence before a court. But we could shift him out of his rather comfortable living arrangements and have him remanded to Mountjoy Prison for a year while his case is being prepared. He wouldn’t like that. Not one little bit.’

‘He’d try for bail,’ Mallon countered.

‘He could. But he wouldn’t get it with the character reference I’d put before the judge.’

Mallon smiled.

‘I could probably add a few lines to it myself. I agree. So go ahead and do it.’

Swallow stood to go.

‘Any follow up from the powers that be after our visit from Major Kelly and his merry men, sir?’

Mallon shook his head.