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For Ikey it was money well spent and soon it was moneymost easily earned as men of the bench and at the bar andin the city knocked discreetly at the scarlet door of Mary'sBell Alley brothel. Around theperimeter of the oval-shaped label were the words: * PaleAle * The Potato Factory * prop. theless made Mary pay him him pounds for each before he agreed to perjure himself byaring he was their father. ' Ikey shrugged.

But noaunt of logic applied to the conundrum could revealat intention this clever ruse might serve. 'A pleasurin' device is it? A poor convictwoman's comfort for the dark lonely nights at sea?'Potbottom shook his head and clucked his tongueseveral times. They'd hold their breath for the mag-eof the burp they knew must surely follow and thefart which would cap it, a single explosion him signalled the end of Ikey's repast. Then hestarted to signal, his fingers working frantically.