The Price of Meat
By KJ Charles
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Johanna Oakley will do anything to save her beloved Arabella from the cruelty of Mr. Fogg’s madhouse—but ‘anything’ turns out to be more than she bargained for when she finds herself working for a man suspected of worse than murder.
As Johanna is plunged from the horror of Sawney Reynard’s barber shop into the foul, lawless labyrinth at the heart of London, will she--or anyone--get out alive?
A 15,000-word story, first published as part of the anthology All In Fear.
KJ Charles
KJ Charles spent twenty years as an editor in British publishing before fleeing the scene to become a full-time historical-romance novelist. She has written over twenty-five novels since then, and her books have been translated into eight languages. She lives in London.
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The Price of Meat - KJ Charles
Chapter 1
In the time of England’s steep decline, when Victor II sprawled on the throne and lost colonies as carelessly as a child loses toys, there stood a number of institutions that should never have been permitted to exist. One was the foul and ancient liberty of Alsatia, to which we will return anon; another was Mr Fogg’s Asylum for the Weak-Minded, located to the west of London on the soot-grimed scrubland of Old Oak Common. It is there our story begins one cold, bright day in December 1870, as Mr Fogg himself conducted Johanna Oakley through its dark, draughty passages.
A corridor lined with heavy doors stretched in front of her, each with a great iron lock and a barred inspection hatch through which attendants might spy. Some hatches were firmly closed, keeping the unfortunates within closely confined; through the open ones came sounds. A sob; a laugh; a mutter of prayer, though whether to a merciful God, or to something quite different, Johanna could not tell. From one cell came the sound of a crying child: fearful, heartsick, hopeless weeping. She turned by instinct, but Mr Fogg grasped her arm.
You don’t want to look in there.
His thin lips stretched over yellow, ridged teeth in a smile. It is not a sight for a pretty young lady such as yourself.
She detached his hand from her arm with unconcealed distaste. Mr Fogg’s smile widened to show both rows of teeth, and bony gums. Such a privilege to be visited by a genteel young lady. I do adore young ladies. I cherish your delicate constitutions.
Johanna’s hands tensed within their concealing muff. Take me to Miss Wilmot now, if you please.
Mr Fogg moved on, if possible at a slower pace than before, and paused to indicate a door with the head of his cane. There’s a young lady in there, you see—
He smashed the cane against the door with such sudden violence that Johanna jumped, and a tiny, muffled shriek came from within. Quiet!
he bellowed, and turned back to Johanna with an oily smile. You see how nervous the patients are. We must regulate their behaviour for their own good. There is one lady in the separate rooms for whom the doctor prescribed a fortnight’s absolute silence and solitude to ease the habit of complaint for which her husband had her confined. Yet she continually breaks the regime by speaking out, to herself or the attendants, and then the fortnight must be started again, you see. Again and again.
How long have you kept her in solitary confinement for this?
Johanna asked.
More than a year now. This is Miss Wilmot’s accommodation.
Johanna looked at the thick, locked, barred door. I hope you are treating my friend with the greatest respect and kindness, sir. You will answer for it if not.
Oh, we give her the most tender care,
Mr Fogg said, a smile oozing across his face. "The tenderest care for the tenderest flesh. Such a delicate young lady. You may have a half-hour only, and I must remain in the room. I cannot permit Miss Wilmot’s constitution to be upset."
I am sure you have business elsewhere,
Johanna suggested, removing one hand from her muff. Mr Fogg took that hand, and perchance found something concealed within it, for he agreed that he might indeed be preoccupied.
A half-hour only, though, and you must be locked in,
he compromised, and unlocked the door.
The room thus revealed was a pitiable sight, a low, dark, dirty little space, its tiny window too high to see through, its dingy walls marked with spatters and stains, and within it, Arabella Wilmot.
Arabella, aged just twenty, was by nature generously rounded in form, but her hollow cheeks suggested nature had been abused. Her face was drawn, her limbs loose with exhaustion and despair, and as she huddled on the palliasse that was the sordid cell’s sole furniture, staring at the wall, her eyes had a dullness that made Johanna’s heart contract.
Miss Wilmot,
Mr Fogg said, in tones that Johanna could not quite call menacing, but did not like. You have a visitor.
Arabella didn’t move for a moment. Then, as if compelled, she looked reluctantly round. Her eyes fixed on Johanna, and widened.
Johanna turned on the madhouse-keeper. You have been paid enough for your absence. Go.
He went, sped on his way by her forceful hand between his shoulder blades, and a moment later the key turned on the outside.
Johanna,
Arabella said hoarsely. Jo. Is it really—Jo!
She sprang to her feet, staggering at the sudden movement.
Wait!
Johanna withdrew her other hand from her muff, revealing a small but serviceable dagger, which she drove into the back of the door. This formed a hook on which to hang her pelisse in such a way that the viewing aperture was covered against prying eyes. She placed her muff on the dirty floorboards with care, and only then turned to Arabella. "Oh, Belle. Belle."
Arabella was in her arms. Johanna held her, kissing her hair, her eyelids, the tears that slid down her too-thin cheeks, finally and gently her lips. They clung together for precious moments, whispering words that were nobody’s business but their own, until at last Johanna drew back a little, still clasping her beloved’s hands.
Oh, Belle. What have they done to you?
It’s dreadful here. Unspeakable.