Caro Peacock - Death of a Dancer

Neither of us knew the rate for bribing a gaoler at the Old Bailey. My friend Daniel Suter was two steps below me on the way down to the cells. Hed fought his way through the crowd to get there, pushing aside men twice his weight with bruisers faces, ignoring jeers and curses. In those two steps hed crossed the boundary between the civilised modern building of the Central Criminal Court and the centuries-old misery of the passageway connecting it to Newgate Prison next door. Freshly plastered walls gave way to damp brick and a smell of choked drains.

I want to see her, Daniel said to the gaolers broad back.

He looked terribly out of place there, a slim and elegant figure, top hat in hand. That was one of the reasons they were jeering at him.

How much? said the gaoler, half turning.

The gaoler had hair cropped like a scrubbing brush, a wart on his chin the size of a coat button. Even from yards away, I could smell the onion and tobacco on his breath.

Very much.

Seeing Daniels confusion, I whispered, He means money.

Daniels hand went to his pocket. His arm was shaking. I knew he never carried much money because he never had much to carry and wed already had to pay to get into the spectators enclosure in court. The gaoler walked down a couple of steps, slowly. From the top of the staircase, the crowd went on jeering at Daniel.

Your fancy, is she? Look out she doesnt poison you, like she did Columbine.

Daniel turned to me, all the worlds misery on his face, holding out a handful of coins. A gold sovereign and a half-sovereign, two half-crowns, a silver sixpence and three pennies. It might have been enough if shed been an ordinary prisoner, like a pickpocket condemned to transportation, but when the judge had put that square of black silk on his wig five minutes ago, her value had gone up.

I felt in the pocket under the waistband of my skirt and found a sovereign. It was payment that Id managed to extract from a client some time ago for music lessons, but with everything else happening Id forgotten about it till then. I took a step down and added it to the coins in Daniels palm. The clink of it made the gaoler stop and turn round.

Is it enough? Daniel said, holding out the handful.

Its all weve got anyway, I said.

The man bit each sovereign in turn, nodding reluctantly as his teeth closed on the soft gold, then continued on down the steps into a narrow opening between stone walls. Daniel went after him and I followed. Down there, the clamour of the courtrooms upstairs was muffled but the wagons outside in Newgate, grinding over the paving slabs on their way from Smithfield market, made a constant vibration you could feel in your stomach. The smell and dampness seemed to cling to your face, as if you were trying to breathe through a wet dish rag. The gaoler stopped and gave an echoing slap with the flat of his hand on a heavy door. A voice from inside said something I didnt catch.

Gentleman to see the prisoner, the gaoler announced.

A mans hand came out and some of the coins were passed over, then the door was opened from the inside just enough to let Daniel in. I followed before the gaoler realised I was there. He pulled the door shut behind us and I suppose stood guard in the passage.

It was a big, cold room far too big for the figure that sat in a rough wooden chair against the wall, with a plump gaoler on one side and a middle-aged woman on the other. Jenny had always been slim but after the weeks in prison she seemed to be on the point of disappearing altogether. The sleeves of her rough grey dress flopped around arms that looked no thicker than withy twigs. Only the jut of a badly fitting corset gave any shape to her upper body. Her red-brown hair that had floated like autumn leaves in the wind when she danced was streaked with black dye and dull from lack of washing, twisted into a knot that seemed to stretch her pale skin painfully tight over her cheekbones. Her big grey eyes had been one of her best features but now they were frightening. They were as large as ever, larger if anything, but blank as slate, as if the world had ceased to exist. Even when Daniel was only two steps away from her, their focus didnt change and she didnt seem to see him.

Jenny.

The way Daniel said it was closer to a groan than a name. It was enough though. Something sparked in her eyes and suddenly she was on her feet, flinging herself at him. Before the gaoler could move she had her arms wrapped round Daniel, her head against his chest. She was a dancer, after all; still quick on her feet even when nothing else survived.

No touching, the gaoler barked, lumbering towards them. I stood in his way.

Why, is that extra?

He stared at me as if the question puzzled him. I think he was at least half drunk. Surprisingly, the woman took my side. I didnt know if she was a gaoler too or another prisoner.

You leave them be. Its not for long.

Shed probably taken a drink or two as well, but it must have brought out her sentimental side.

Jenny was talking as she clung to Daniel, low urgent words into his chest. He had his head bent to hear them.

help me. Youre the only one who can help me. Theres not much time they havent told me when

That went to my heart for Daniels sake as much as hers. Here she was, believing that one man without power, money or influence could somehow halt the millstones of justice that were grinding on in the courtrooms over our heads.

choking there for half an hour. They had to pull on one womans feet to strangle her and make her die. I can t

Murderers were hanged outside Newgate Prison, just next door to the court house. Shed have heard all of the stories in prison. I was glad I couldnt see Daniels face.

in my basket you could get it from them done up in brown paper. I dont mind how much it hurts. Promise youll send it. Today or tomorrow, if you can.

There was a double slap on the door from outside. The plump gaoler had retreated to lean against the wall, but now he sprang upright.

Keepers coming. Get them out.

He took Daniel by the shoulder and the woman, alarmed now, caught hold of Jenny round the waist and tore her away. As the gaoler tried to hustle him towards the door, Daniel planted his feet and resisted. The man growled and tightened his grip.

Do you want me to lose my job for you?

To hell with your job. Im not

The man gave a whistle and the first gaoler came in from the passage. They each took an arm and dragged Daniel along in the opposite direction from the way wed come. I followed, terrified that they were going to throw him into a cell. It was a relief when one of them opened a narrow door on to the grey March daylight and the other gave him a push. He went sprawling on slippery wooden paving slabs and the door slammed behind us. I helped him up. Daniel was so tense with anger that it was like propping up a log of wood. There were people shouting and laughing all around, but this time it had nothing to do with us. It seemed that a man had been found not guilty of some crime in the other courtroom and he and his friends had come outside to celebrate and shout.