Alfie and Tommy stared at each other as Alfie debated what to do.
"Aflie? What fucking condition?" Tommy asked again.
Alfie exhaled a breath before finally blurting at him, "Well she's fucking pregnant isn't, she?!"
Tommy looked at Alfie, his face expressionless but his eyes never blinking.
"I take it she hadn't told you yet?"
Tommy finally moved his eyes from Alfie's face to the floor before he wiped his mouth.
"And she said it's-"
"It's yours, mate. My sister isn't a fucking slag! Now. As I was saying before you interrupted me. You are going to make it right. You're going to watch over her and make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. Being that she hasn't told you, nor did she know if she wanted to tell you when she left here three days ago, she-"
Tommy's gave him a surprised look.
"You're fucking married, Tommy." Alfie pointed out.
"She's left me." Tommy said, still trying to absorb the information Alfie was giving him. "Wants a fucking divorce."
"I don't care." Alfie said bluntly. "I don't care if your wife wants a divorce or why. The only thing I fucking care about right now, is my sister. And her dodgy decision making in the current predicament you put her in when you shot her up with your fucking bastard. Now, I already know she came to the fucking House of Commons to meet with you, which was a thick move but-"
"What?" Tommy interrupted.
Alfie sighed. "Tommy. Don't play daft with me, mate. Since she left, I have been keeping eyes on her through Ishmael. Now, I know she had your fucking secretary set up an appointment. What did you talk about? Was it her new plan? And if you tell me she came up to your office to fuck, I will beat you to death with my fucking binoculars."
"I didn't have an appointment with her." Tommy said shaking his head.
"Then who the fuck did she meet with?"
Tommy leaned back in his chair and thought for a moment. Slowly he looked up at Alfie.
"What?" Alfie said, dreading what Tommy was about to tell him.
"Mosely came to my office and asked me to go with him this evening to meet a 'friend'. Said they renewed their acquaintance this morning and he was taking the Billy Boys with him for a 'home visit.'"
"No." Alfie said shaking his head in denial that his sister would be so careless.
"The timeline adds up. He said he met this person a month ago and-"
"Tommy. Think about what you are saying. If she set up a meeting with him….."
"Where is your telephone, Alfie."
Alfie pointed to the table by his gramophone and Tommy picked up the receiver to call Nancy. After a moment he slammed the receiver down in frustration. He walked back and sat as Alfie watched in anticipation and he shook his head. They sat in silence, Tommy's hand over his mouth as he leaned his elbow on the chair arm.
After two minutes of neither man speaking, Tommy finally said, "She's pregnant?" and he looked at Alfie, his eyes soft and concerned.
Alfie nodded. "'cause you can't keep your fucking cock in your fucking trousers, mate."
Tommy sighed. "If Mosely is going to Camden Town after her…."
"He'll fucking kill her." Alfie said and tension rose in the air as they both thought about what Mosely would do if he found her.
"Does Ishmael have a telephone?" Tommy suggested.
Alfie attempted to call Ishmael who, like Nancy, didn't answer.
They stood there for a moment, possibilities running through their minds before Tommy grabbed his coat and ran out the door.
"Anything else ma'am?" Ishmael asked.
"No." Nora said as she stretched her arms back. "Go home. I'm going to get be some bread and do the same."
"Turning in early tonight?" Anna said with a smile. "That's very unlike you."
"Yeah, well. It was a good day. I have a few more things to work out but… I can do that laying in front of the fire, can't I? Now, both of you, go home."
The two left as Nora straightened her desk. She walked across the street, craving some rugelach.
"Hello, Ethel." Nora greeted the young worker.
"Hello Miss Solomons. I thought you might come in today, so I saved you the some of the last batch of… well, everything." She said with a smile and Nora laughed.
"Thank you. I will take it all."
Ethel began packaging the different breads before she glanced up and stopped.
"Miss…? Is that the man from the paper?" Ethel asked.
Nora looked up and followed her eyes. Oswald Mosely was standing outside the rum house with upwards of 10 men. He looked toward the bakery and saw her looking at him through the shop window. He immediately began walking across the street.
"Ethel, leave the bread." Nora instructed urgently. "Go out the back. Don't stop until you are in your house and don't open the door for anyone. Do you understand?"
Ethel froze as fear overwhelmed her. Nora watched the girl's eyes grow wide and she turned to see Mosely was almost across the street.
"Ethel! Move, now!" Nora yelled.
Ethel dropped everything on the floor and ran to the back. Nora heard the back-entrance slam shut as she turned around to face the front. A few seconds later, Mosely walked through the door, his men behind him.
"Where'd the girl go?" He asked, his face smug.
"What girl?" Nora responded her tone cool.
Mosely stared at Nora and his lip twitched.
"What are you doing on my streets?" She asked.
"Now that I know you were responsible for everything, I thought I would come by and express my gratitude."
"You couldn't have sent it in the post?"
"No. This isn't something you can put in a fucking box or write down." He said, his smug face turning into a twisted smile.
Jimmy McCavern cracked his knuckles in the background.
"How did you get in?" She asked.
"Did you really think a few men and women could keep me out if I truly wanted in? I'm a member of parliament, I have resources you will never possess. Now, let's get to it shall we?"
Nora's heartrate sped up as she looked at the men, all flexing their muscles and tightening their fists. She put her hand on her stomach, knowing what was about to happen. At that moment she was glad she hadn't told Tommy. Her thoughts went to the unborn child inside her as she looked at the large group of men, knowing she was overpowered by herself. Mosely stopped in front of her and she raised her chin, holding her head high before he punched her left cheek as hard as he could.