opium for the people

Ten Dead Girls

...a dead girl to be found on every corner.


Allardyce sat on the thick mattress of the high brass bed and bounced twice, patting the space beside him. "Come and sit with you favourite uncle, my dear."


Let me have a feel.


And so at nine o'clock the next morning a tall gentleman with odd sticky-up black hair dragged a scruffy looking undernourished young lad up to the steps of the Whitechapel morgue...