“He says he didn’t do it, of course, and he pretends he doesn’t know who did. It’s gang stuff pure and simple. I think the world is damned; modern youth is quite openly against civilisation. Higher education just makes them worse.”
Mr. Campion raised his eyebrows but ventured no comment. Instead he put a cautious question.
“If Stalkey and Sons washed its hands of Turk Street when the flat was wrecked and Reg went to Canada, how did Ron get into the business?”
The flush on Joe Stalkey’s unsymmetrical face deepened and his deprecating smile appeared briefly. “The ass went to get Reg’s shoes, can you beat it? As you probably would not know, East End repairers charge a quarter of what one has to pay elsewhere and the work is often much better. When Reg was down there he left a couple of fav
