The Five Bells and Bladebone [antikvár]

1-iX What else could you think of butgetting your throat slit?Whitechapel, Shadwell, the Ratcliffe Highway: images of the bloody East End flashed like knives in and out of Sadie Diver's mind each time she heard the sound of footsteps behind her on the dark walk from Limehouse. She was still thinking of it as her heels clicked wetly on the fog-draped pavements of Wapping. Never caught him either, did they? So much for police.The sickly yellow sign of the fish and eel shop ahead glowed through the drapery of fog. LIVE EEL'S. COOKED EEL'S JELLIED EEL'S In the last two months Sadie Diver had learned more writing and reading than she had in all her twenty-eight years. She knew the mark shouldn't have been be-