the wall, they all had a good view of the door, ready to scrutinize any customer who entered, and they began talking about how good it was to be back in London. âYou could put me down in the Smoke and Iâd know where I was in minutes,â Spear told them.
âYea, by the smell of soot and smoke,â Ember said.
âSame for me in Nanjing,â Lee Chow added. âIt smell highly of pork. Ve-iy pungent, pork on the butcher stall in market.â
âRaw meat can niff when it wants to,â Spear agreed.
The man reading his paper asked if they were off a ship, and Spear gave him the fish eye. âIn a way. Whoâs asking?â
âOh, Iâm nobody. Just heard your Chink friend talking about China, so, naturally I wondered.â
âWeâve been out of the country for a while, but weâre back now,â Ember said with stunningly obvious finality.
âI remember this pub from when I was a nipper,â Spear told them. âI used to do the shivering dodge round here with my sister, Violet.â
âWhat is shivering dodge, Belât?â asked Lee Chow.
âWorked best in cold weather.â Spear smiled as if looking back through the tunnel of his memory. âWeâd come out in rags. Hardly anything covering us. Nothing on our feet. The trick is to stand there and look pathetic. And shiver of course. Mind you have to do it near a pub and where there are plenty of people about. You stand there, looking miserable and shivering like a leaf in the breeze. Always worked.â
Ember gave a dry little laugh. âThey still do it, kids do it in winter. I seen âem. Fair brings tears to the eyes if itâs done right.â
Lee Chow laughed. âShivering dodge,â he said.
âEventually, if you stand thereââ
âShiveringââ
âYea, shivering, well, some person, usually a woman, sheâll say, âHo, Lord love us. Look here, Charlesâââhe was doing a posh voice now, exaggerated and quite funny, moving his hands, fluttering them around like a woman might. ââHo, my goodness me! Ho dear, ho dear! This child. Ho my. Child, does your mother know youâre out in this cold weather?â⦠âAinât got no muvver, miss.â⦠âYour father then?ââ¦âAinât got no favver. Only me and me little sister in the whole world.ââ¦âHo my poor child.â And if youâre lucky sheâd get her husband, or her gent, to take you to the pub and give you some bread and cheese and a pint of porter to warm you, maybe thereâd be a bowl of hot soup ânâ allânip of brandy, if you were working well. Sometimes youâd even come away with some money. Sixpence. Shilling maybe. You see, the blokes didnât want to look cheap in front of their women. They may have suspected you were on the dodge, but the last thing theyâd do is show meanness.â
âYea, I done the shivering dodge anâ all,â Ember nodded.
âAnd Iâd wager that you were very good at it, Ember.â
âOnce, a man give me a whole silver crown to show off to his girl,but he come back, clipped me round the ear, and took it from me. I even called a copper, said he was robbing me, but the copper knew the dodge and clipped me ear again.â
Lee Chow was delighted with all this, his sallow little face screwed into a wreath of pleasure.
âHey, Spear.â Ember leaned forward. âYou ever do the dead manâs lurk?â
âOh, that was good if you had the gift of tongues. If you were a good talker. But let me tell you about a woman I knew: We called her Haggie Aggie. She was an old whore. Past it by then. So she was on the shivering dodge well into her sixties, near seventy. Used to station herself close to a good pub, and sheâd rub ash into her face, make her pale and pasty like, mess her hair up with grease. And sheâd do