William Monk 16 - Execution Dock

he had very little sense of irony or appreciation of the absurd. “You will oblige me by writing a letter to Mrs. Monk and telling her that you are no longerable to offer your assistance in her project. Tomorrow.” He took a deep, satisfied breath. “I am sure that after her unfortunate appearance in criminal court she will not be in the least surprised.”
    “She was a witness!” Claudine protested, and instantly knew from his face that it was a technical error.
    “Of course she was a witness,” he said with disgust. “The kind of life she leads, the people she associates with, she is bound to see all sorts of crimes. The only miracle is that she was for the prosecution, not for the defense. I have been extremely tolerant so far, Claudine, but you have now exceeded the limit of what is acceptable. You will do as I have instructed. That is all I have to say on the matter.”
    Claudine could not remember ever having been so angry, or so desperate to fight back. He was taking from her everything that had brought her the most joy in her life. She realized that with a shock of amazement. It was absurd, but working in Portpool Lane gave her friendship, purpose, and a sense of belonging, of being valued, even a sense of mattering. She could not allow him to simply remove it because he thought he could.
    “I am surprised,” she said, controlling her voice as well as she could, although she was aware that it trembled.
    “I do not wish to discuss it further, Claudine,” he said coldly. He always addressed her by name when he was displeased. “I have no idea why you should be surprised, except that I have allowed it so long. It is totally unsuitable.”
    “I am surprised that you find it so.” She was attacking now, and it was almost too late to draw back. She plunged in. “And I admit, it frightens me.”
    His eyebrows rose high. “Frightens you? That is a foolish thing to say. You are becoming hysterical. I have simply said that you are no longer to associate yourself with a clinic for whores. Forgive me for using the word, but it is the correct one.”
    “That is immaterial.” She brushed it aside with a wave of her hand. She was not a beautiful woman, but her hands were lovely. “What alarms me is that I have allied myself with people who have publicly stood up against a man who traffics in children, small boys, to be precise, for the use of men in their more revolting appetites.Since we are using correct words,” she mimicked his tone exactly, “I believe the term is sodomy. This abuse of children is practiced by all sorts of men,” she continued, “of a bestial and debased nature, but this man caters to those with money, that is, largely of our own social class.” She saw the blood rush to his face in a scarlet tide. “It frightens me,” she continued relentlessly, her voice now quivering with real fear, although not of what she was claiming, “that you do not wish, very publicly indeed, to show yourself to be in the battle against it.”
    She drew in her breath and let it out slowly, trying to control the shaking of her body. “I do not suspect you of such an appetite, Wallace, but I am more than slightly worried that you forbid me to continue in my support for Mrs. Monk, and all those who fought at her side. What will people think? It is bound to become even more public than it is now. I am not sure that I can oblige you by retreating from the conflict.”
    He stared at her as if she had grown horns and a tail.
    She found herself gulping for air. She could never go back now, as long as she lived. She knew how Caesar must have felt when he crossed the Rubicon to declare war on Rome.
    “Are you sure that is what you wish me to do?” she said softly.
    “I don't know what has happened to you,” he said, looking at her with loathing. “You are a disgrace to your sex, and to all that your parents hoped of you. You are certainly not the woman I married.”
    “I understand how that pains you,” she replied. She was well on the far bank of the Rubicon now. “You are the man I married, and that pains me, which perhaps now you also understand. There is little for us to do but make the best of it. I shall do what I believe to be right, which is to continue to help those in need, and fight with every ability I have to bring men like Jericho Phillips to justice before the law. I think you would find it in your best interests to pretend that you support me. You would be hard put to justify any