Pictures and Problems from London Police CourtsHolmes, Thomas
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Pictures and Problems from London Police Courts
Holmes, Thomas
Crime -- England -- London; Poor -- England -- London
What was I to do with this chivalrous gentleman? The misery of that
wife and the sufferings of the child appealed strongly to me, so I said
at length to him: ‘There’s a friend of mine will be glad if you will
work for him, as he wants just such a man as you.’ I put it gently
and as a favour, but even then it was a staggerer; it evidently was
an eventuality that he had not contemplated. He smoked on and said
nothing. I pointed out the condition of his wife, and the impossibility
of her continuing to work much longer. I plied him with more tobacco. I
told little tales to the little elf, and the little thing first laughed
and then cried, but I could not get at him. Presently he turned to his
wife and said: ‘Aren’t you going to work to-day?’ She told him it was
too late then. He smoked on. I was just thinking of leaving, when he
suddenly said: ‘Where is this work?’ I told him. He put on his cap, and
said he would go and see what it was. I offered to go with him; but he
said he would not have anybody from the police court ‘messing about’
after him, so I gave him a note, and sure enough he went and he worked.
I arranged with his employer not to ‘sub’ him during the week, but
every night the brute had a decent supper at my expense. I even
prevailed on him to allow me to loan him a few shillings for his
current expenses day by day, and so at work he was able to have his
pipe and jingle a few coppers in his pocket. He worked all the week,
and Saturday (pay-day) came round, about which I was doubtful. I knew
what time he would be paid. I had noticed he had some conceit, so I
sent up to him at his work a note asking him to see me at his home
at half-past two, as I had an important matter on which I wanted his
advice. I did not say what it was, but I had saved it up for the
purpose.
I found him at home. As the wife let me in at the door, she silently
opened her hand and showed me a sovereign in gold and two half-crowns.
I could have cried, but I did not: I went in. ‘Here’s the three
shillings you lent me.’ I took them as a matter of course, telling him
if he wanted to borrow a shilling or two at any time I would lend them
to him. He never said that he had given his wife twenty-five shillings,
and I never mentioned it. He felt pleased that he did not owe me
anything, and I felt pleased that he should think so.
We had a pipe together, and discussed the elf, for I had made
arrangements for the little thing to have a few weeks at the seaside,
and I thought it better for her to be away during the wife’s coming
trouble. We arranged it nicely, and the child heard the voice of the
big waters for the first time, and she had another little brother when
she came back.
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