Unfortunately the deputy has great power, against which there is no
appeal. He will allow a "nark" to cook on the fire until it is nearly
out; but when he sees a stranger cooking he will interfere, saying
that the fire must be attended to. After which he will put on so much
coke that the poor stranger is delayed an hour or more in doing what
he has perhaps half done. He has to put on one side a herring half
cooked, or a singing kettle, until the fire burns.
It is a good policy for strangers, as soon as they enter a
lodging-house kitchen, to not only speak pleasantly to the deputy,
but to slip a penny into his hand, so that they may be installed on
an equal footing with "narks." Men that do not think of doing this
must not be surprised if he "accidentally" overturns their teapots,
or shovels coke into their frying-pans. These little accidents always
add to the gaiety of "narks," and they the more generously reward
the deputy for affording them this extra entertainment.
I was in one lodging-house in the provinces that only had
accommodation for twelve lodgers, and in that house were six
"narks" and the deputy. The night I was there, there were only
three strangers, myself and two others, and we were almost afraid
to move. One "nark" was a rag-and-bone man, who worked the country
for miles around. While I was eating my frugal supper, he spread on
the table his dirty rags and bones--so near that one bone was found
on my plate, which I returned to him--with many thanks. Seeing that
the deputy appeared quite satisfied, I dared not say much, for if I
got into trouble and had my money returned, there was not another
lodging-house within six miles.
Another "nark" was a drunken drover, who left a saucepan on the fire
while he went out for a drink. When he returned he said that there
were only four potatoes and a half in the saucepan, whereas he had
put in five. It never occurred to his suspicious mind that one potato
had become small in the extra boiling, and we three strangers had to
tolerate his savage looks.
Another "nark" was a blacksmith, who was out of work. This man was
lying drunk at full length on a bench, so that the two strangers had
to wait until I had finished my meal before they could get a seat
at the table, for, with the exception of the drover, all the other
"narks" had had their supper.
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