Chapters (73)
- Cover
- Dedication
- PART ONE
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- PART TWO
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- PART THREE
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- PART FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- PART FIVE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
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- About the Author
- Also by Barbara Taylor Bradford
- About the Publisher
‘Aye, I would. I’ve always believed what yer told me. Well, come on then, let’s not stand here gawping like a lot of sucking ducks, and looking daft.’ With these words she marched ahead, ushering them to Patrick’s favourite part of the café.
He took control immediately, seated Moira and Jack together, with Finn on Moira’s other side. He put Blackie next to Finn and seated himself on Jack’s left. He smiled inwardly as he noticed how pleased his old friend looked to be next to Moira, who was obviously as filled with relief as he was.
It seemed to him that the girl believed she had made a friend and, in actuality, she had. Jack was as steady as a rock and reliable. True blue. Trustworthy. Respectful.
Gladys handed around five menus and said, ‘I’ll bring two pots of tea, and now yer can give the menu a quick glance.’ She gestured to the blackboard on the opposite wall, and reminded them, ‘Our Saturday specials are listed over yonder, as yer well knows. Back in a tick.’
‘I’d forgotten what a card she is, and then some,’ Blackie said, his laughter echoing around the table.
‘Yes, she’s quite a comic,’ Patrick agreed. ‘But she’s served me for donkey’s years, and she’s very fast, efficient.’ He looked around the table. ‘Take a look and decide what you fancy for dinner. And there’s food listed on the blackboard too.’
Jack said to Moira, ‘All the dishes are good here. We think it’s the best place to eat in Leeds, because it’s like good home cooking. And delicious.’
‘Thank you for explaining,’ Moira said and looked at each one of them. ‘Thank you, all of you, for coming to rescue me. I really am relieved to be out of the Ham Shank. You were brave to do what you did for me – a stranger.’
‘Best we could do, time was short,’ Finn explained. ‘We knew we had to go in, grab ye and get ye away fast. No time for manners and stuff – smash and grab, sort of.’
She nodded. ‘It’s a dangerous place. The Wild West, some call it. But it’s worse.’
‘Why did Tommy O’Hara send you there?’ Patrick asked, raising a brow.
‘He had one person he knew of in Leeds – Jane, his cousin by marriage. And, you see, I don’t think he knew how bad it was in the Bank. He’d never been there, or heard much about the place.’
‘I’m sure that’s right,’ Jack Blane said, entering the conversation. ‘As you said, how could he know that the Ham Shank is a living hell, a cesspit full of deadly men on the ready to kill and maim.’ He grimaced. ‘And this is England – hard to believe, with a slum like that!’