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{ASSM} The Perversion of Lady Jane Grey - a first case for
Detective Ned Holmes (Chapter three of several)[Yotna El'toub]

                (SF[Steampunk],FF,MF,MC, caution)

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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language
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Holmes sat in his favoured armchair and looked out of the window
on to the grimy street, he had an air of contemplation about him;
eyes nearly closed, with pipe smoke wreathing his noble edifice.
He barely acknowledged Brighton's exuberant entrance into the
smoky room.

"I say Holmes, what splendid day! One would not have expected
such a sure herald of spring following on from the foul fog we
encounter last eve." Brighton stopped talking, and coughed.

"Mind you Ned, you are no stranger to noxious fumes - with that
odd tobacco you smoke."

"Not tobacco Hove, just a relaxing herbal plant from the Far
East. I soothes my nerves, and helps me to see things with great
clarity."

"So you say, Holmes, so you say. Wouldn't you rather take up the
violin, like Sherlock?" Asked Brighton, hopefully.

"Indeed, I would not."

"Shame, ah well. Off to the houses of ill repute are we then, old
chap?" said Hove, with a downcast expression.

"Not exactly, one of us is - but having given the matter more
thought. I have decided to research our illustrious visiting
professor."

"Illustrious? More of a cove I would have thought..." Brighton
mused.

"As he may well be. One of my acquaintances Dr Oliver Thomas is
well connected at the Royal Society. I'm sure he will have heard
of Burgabiter."

"Excellent, well I don't know much about science but I expect I
will cope." Replied Hove.

"You will not need to cope Brighton." Holmes smiled.

"Oh, good - he has a way with the lay man does he? Explaining the
mysteries of science."

"Actually he does, but he will not be expounding science to you
Hove."

"Why not, surely..." Brighton's face fell for the second time.

"You will be talking to the brothel keepers, gaining essential
information Brighton. Does that not stir you?"

"No, Holmes it depresses me. I mean, that way lies temptation,
and the path away from redemption."

"You are made of sterner stuff than that Hove, by George. I do not
doubt you in that respect."

Brighton forced a wan smile at the complement. "I have no idea
where to start though Holmes, I have no experience of these
'houses'."

"So it is fortuitous that I have prepared a list, is it not?"
Holmes grinned.

"Oh absolutely..." Brighton answered, almost inaudibly.


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Brighton walked on in a desolate mood, he had a list of notorious
pubs and boarding houses to visit, and try as he might he did not
have the fortitude to simply throw it away. Ned had always been a
close friend, and when times became difficult a good man to stand
beside on the battlefield. He could not, would not, betray his
mentors - whatever the cost.

However, he did wonder about his friend sometimes, for instance,
when Ned had said he did not doubt his moral fibre - was he
suggesting there was something he did doubt? Also how did Holmes
know so much about the local brothels. Surely he had never
frequented them? So many questions, why did they never occur to
him at the time? He was uncertain he would ask them if he did.
His thoughts were rudely interrupted.

"Sir, I know what you are likely to be in these parts for. But I
beg you to reconsider your ways. Please help rather than abuse
these lost girl's."

Brighton eyed the formidable man who had accosted him with
uncertainty, just what was he talking about? He studied the scrap
of paper that had been thrust in his hand.

'The Hebrew Ladies Protection League - Rescuing and protecting
the unwary. Please support us in our efforts and make a donation
to the Poor Jews Temporary Shelter.'

"Sir, you misunderstand..." Hove started.

"I misunderstand nothing sir! And you will pay with your immortal
soul." The man articulated with an air of disgust. He snatched
back his scrap of paper and stalked off, doubtless to accost the
next man he met. Brighton stood and stared at the back of the
disappearing gentleman. Never had he felt so low, so humiliated.
Pure loyalty to Holmes stopped him from retracing his steps and
leaving the squalor of the Ratcliffe Highway far behind him.

Half and hour passed and Brighton started to despair. Never had
he seen such places, let alone heard the repugnant language that
followed on from his every question. Two ragged public houses
were behind him, the Globe and Artichoke, and the even more
squalid Gunboat. He took a last gasp of cleanish air before
entering the 'Malt Shovel'. As he approached the bar he heard a
now familiar refrain.

"'Ere perk up Nancy, we've got a Gent in the 'ouse. 'Ow can I
'elp yer sir." The elderly woman grinned, showing the rotten
stumps of her long lost teeth. Brighton almost reeled backwards,
away from the blast of gin soaked, fetid breath.

"I wonder if you can assist me, I am looking for an establishment
that specialises in entertaining young women. Do you know of
any?"

"'Ere, is youse a Tom? That's a pretty good disguise..." The old
crone flashed out a decrepit hand and gripped Brighton's groin
firmly. He winced and moved rapidly to the side slipping his
member away from her over-inquisitive grip.

"Youse is a bloke, what are you wanting the velvet tippers for?"

"That madam is between I and my client." Brighton gasped.

"Ooo, posh ain't we luvvy... Well cross me palm with some coinage
and I might just point you the right way. Too classy to look for
her own crack is 'er ladyship?"

"If I pay you I want accurate information, not lies. You
understand?"

"Of course, 'ere pay us enough and you can have Nance and me for
free, seein' as how you are good-looking and built like a bull."

"That will not be necessary, just the information thank you."
Hove pressed several shillings into the woman's grubby mitt. A
sudden wave of nausea made him regret his hearty breakfast.

"Shame dearie, and you so pale and interestin'. Still a deal is a
deal. You need to go up Shadwell end. Go to the' Paddy's Goose'
and asks there, they will tell yer.

"Paddy's Goose? I have no establishment of that name on my list,
are you sure?"

"She's ribbing you sir, that's what we locals call it. The White
Swan to you. Are you really built like a bull, and can I have a
squeeze too?" Nancy asked, impertinently.

"Control yourself madam! The White Swan, yes I have that one on
my list - thank you and farewell."

"Jim, Jim, the gent is leaving - you may want to 'elp 'im out. 'E
'as a heavy fob watch to carry."

A large man unfurled himself from behind the bar. "'As 'e now,
let me relieve you of the problem sir..."

"I advise you to desist my good man, only ill can come from
this." Brighton warned, his eyes never leaving the lumbering
form.

"Ill for you little man, I'll rip yer head orf and spit down yer
neck!" Without further warning Jim launched himself at Brighton.

Brighton stood his ground, his left hand flashed through the air
and sunk deep into Jim's paunch. Jim buckled, his head swishing
down, just in time to meet Brighton's clenched right fist which
stuck hard between the roughian's weepy eyes. Jim's advance
stopped abruptly, and he flew backwards - bouncing off the bar
before sprawling senseless on the floor.

"As I said, no good, only ill." Brighton turned, nodded to the
slack jawed women and left the disreputable public house.

"And 'e was built like a bull?" asked Nance.

"Oh, 'e was 'o would credit it?" Answered the crone, then she
lent to one side, and spat lustily on Jim's neck.


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To be continued...

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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub April 2006
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