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WINNER OF THE CWA HISTORICAL DAGGER AWARD 2014. Longlisted for the John Creasey Dagger Award for best debut crime novel of 2014. London, 1727 and Tom Hawkins is about to fall from his heaven of card games, brothels, and coffeehouses to the hell of a debtors prison. The Marshalsea is a savage world of its own, with simple rules: those with family or friends who can lend them a little money may survive in relative comfort. Those with none will starve in squalor and disease. And those who try to escape will suffer a gruesome fate at the hands of the gaols rutheless governor and his cronies. The trouble is, Tom Hawkins has never been good at following rules even simple ones. And the recent grisly murder of a debtor, Captain Roberts, has brought further terror to the gaol. While the Captains beautiful widow cries for justice, the finger of suspicion points only one way: to the sly, enigmatic figure of Samuel Fleet. Some call Fleet a devil, a man to avoid at all costs. But Tom Hawkins is sharing his cell. Soon, Toms choice is clear: Get to the truth of the murder or be the next to die. A twisting mystery, a dazzling evocation of early 18th-Century London, The Devil in the Marshalsea is a thrilling debut novel full of intrigue and suspense.

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Antonia Hodgson

The Devil in the Marshalsea

The first book in the Tom Hawkins series, 2014

For Joanna, Justine and Victoria,

with thanks.

Conscience makes ghosts walk, and departed souls appear it works upon the imagination with an invincible force, like faith

Daniel Defoe, The Secrets of the Invisible World Disclosd, 1729

Arose about four. In the Park I saw half a Dozen Crows in very hoarse conversation together, but not understanding their Language I coud not devise what they were upon, but believe they was agreeing how to divide the Corps of those unhappy wretches that Dye so briefly in this Place

John Grano, A Journal of My Life while in the Marshalsea, 1728-9

HISTORICAL NOTE

The Devil in the Marshalsea is set in the autumn of 1727 in London and Southwark, which was generally regarded as a separate town at the time. King George I had died in June. His son, George II, was now king, although he was not crowned until October. People were curious to discover what sort of a monarch he would turn out to be. (A philistine and a buffoon, if we are to believe Lord Hervey, the waspish chronicler of court life.)

The Marshalsea of 1727 is not the same prison that Dickens depicted so brilliantly in Little Dorrit. This second gaol was not opened until the turn of the 1800s and was situated further down Borough High Street. The original prison had existed since at least the fourteenth century and was set between Mermaid Court and what is now Newcomen Street.

In 1720 Britain suffered its first great modern economic catastrophe the collapse of the South Sea Company. Thousands were ruined when the companys stock plummeted and the devastating effects were still being felt seven years later. The London Gazette of 17-19 September 1727 was filled with commissions of bankruptcy and death notices calling on creditors to confirm any debts owed. (Not everyone was suffering. There was also a page with instructions to peers and peeresses on their coronation robes, detailing how much ermine they could wear.)

Londons debtors prisons were packed which spelled misery for thousands and a splendid business opportunity for men such as William Acton, head keeper of the Marshalsea. Debtors prisons had been common in England for centuries. While the gaols were ultimately owned by the Crown they were privately run for profit. Debtors who had satisfied their creditors would often languish in prison for years because they had run up further debts to the gaol keeper.

It may seem odd that there was so much money to be made from debtors until we see adverts for pay-day loans and realise there are still plenty of ways to profit from someone elses misfortune. Many prisoners were supported by family and friends, or could pawn belongings while they looked for ways to pay off their creditors. Some even ran businesses from inside the prison walls Sarah Bradshaws coffeehouse and Macks chophouse being two examples. Women of the town were regular visitors. And there was indeed a barber called Trim and exotically enough a French fortune teller called Madame Migault living in the Marshalsea in 1727. Debtors prisons were meant for containment rather than correction if you could afford to pay for food, drink and company so be it, as long as the keeper got his cut.

Dinner and Supper

A small note to avoid confusion: in the early eighteenth century dinner was usually eaten at around 2 or 3p.m. followed by a light supper later in the evening if needed. All the meals referred to in the novel are based on dishes described in John Granos diary written in the Marshalsea in 1728-9. And yes they really did drink and smoke that much back then.

Swearing

They did an awful lot of this, too. All the words used in the book were in currency at the time flagrantly so. Csar de Saussure, a Swiss visitor to London in the 1720s, commented: Englishmen are mighty swearers, and that not only the common people have this unfortunate habit. And he was not referring just to damn and by God.

If these swear words seem in any way anachronistic, it is perhaps because they dont appear in the more familiar novels and plays of the time. A brief or indeed a long glance at libertine literature such as Venus in the Cloister (1725) confirms that extremely strong language and graphic sex scenes are nothing new. In the coffeehouses of Covent Garden, the slums of St Giles and the debtors prisons of the Borough, I think we can safely assume they did not say sugar and fiddlesticks when there were more colourful choices available.

PROLOGUE

They came for him at midnight. There was no warning, no time to reach for the dagger hidden beneath his pillow. They had moved as silently as ghosts, crossing the prison yard and stealing up the dank, narrow staircase while he slept on, oblivious.

A guilty man should not sleep so soundly.

He woke to find a cold blade pressed to his throat. They gagged him and bound his wrists before he had the wit to cry out; dragged him so hard from the bed to his knees that the floorboards split and buckled with the force.

A lantern flared into life, illuminating his attackers. Now, at last, he knew them, and why they had come. He tore frantically at the heavy leather purse tied about his neck for safe-keeping and flung it at their feet, gold and silver coins scattering across the floor.

The man holding the lantern reached down and plucked half a guinea from the dirt, turning it slowly between his fingers. Dyou think this will save you? He gave a thin smile and tossed the coin back to the floor. Nodded to his accomplice.

Then they sent him to hell.

The watchman found the body the next morning, hanging from a beam in the Strong Room, too high for the rats seething and scrabbling in the shadows below. The turnkeys cut him down and laid him out in the yard, away from three Common Side prisoners taken by fever in the night. The captain may have fallen on hard times, but he was still a gentleman.

The chaplain pointed to the dead mans battered face and broken body and insisted that the coroner be called at once to investigate. The governor, whod been drinking with his cronies in the Crown for hours, spat in the dirt and called it suicide and a pox on anyone who said otherwise. The coroner would rule the same; hed make sure of it.

Up in the captains room, his friends gambled hastily for his scant belongings before the serjeant took them. Clothes, tobacco, a pound of bacon. A small cooking pot smeared with the remnants of last nights supper. No money. But that was no surprise in a debtors gaol.

A young maidservant paused on the landing, arms laden with fresh linen. She stood for a while in the shadows, watching the game and the men who played it. Shed learned a long time ago to keep her eyes and ears open. A good secret was better than gold in the Marshalsea and more deadly than a blade if you used it right. Her eyes flickered to the floor. Strange. Someone had swept the floor clean in the night. She tucked the thought away, like a stray lock of hair beneath her cap, and returned to her chores.

The killers had swept the floor, but theyd missed one small thing. A coin had skittered across the room in the struggle, coming to rest in a dark corner beneath the captains bed. And there it remained as the long months passed, hidden in the dust a silver crown stained with blood. Waiting to tell its story.

Waiting for me to find it.

PART ONE: ROBBERY

Chapter One

You have the luck of the devil, Tom Hawkins.

I grinned at the man across the bench. It was a warm September night, I had a full purse for the first time in months and we had just found a table in the most disreputable coffeehouse in London. Life could not be better. It wasnt luck, I replied, shouting over the din.

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