A Woman's Good Eye xx-xx-xx (3) Lucky Dip [ Cody]

Summary

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Podcast Summary: Harold's Old Time Radio

Episode: A Woman’s Good Eye xx-xx-xx (3) Lucky Dip [Cody]
Release Date: February 28, 2026
Featured Story: "Lucky Dip" by Liza Cody
Narration: Lily Holt (as Crystal), Detective Sergeant Michael Sussex

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Overview

This episode features "Lucky Dip," a gritty, character-driven mystery originally penned by Liza Cody, acclaimed for her Anna Lee detective series. The story, adapted for radio, follows Crystal, a streetwise young woman navigating homelessness and survival in London's underbelly after she finds the wallet of a recently deceased man. What starts as routine opportunism quickly spirals into a dangerous game involving police, criminal elements, and a mysterious code worth killing for. The episode is notable for its authentic urban dialogue, dark humor, and poignant insights into desperation, family, and the struggle for dignity.

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Key Discussion Points & Insights

1. Discovery in the Trenches:

• Crystal comes across a well-dressed corpse in a derelict city area known as "the trenches."
  • She observes how quickly such corpses are stripped of valuables:

    "If you die here, you won’t keep your shoes for 10 minutes. You won’t keep your wallet for 10 seconds. Dead or alive." (01:25)

• She risks and successfully pilfers the dead man's wallet and gold Cartier watch, knowing possession is perilous.

2. Family Ties and Survival Strategies

• Crystal seeks sanctuary with her older sister, Dawn, now better off thanks to a boyfriend with “business premises.”
  • Dawn’s dependency on men and Crystal’s criticisms highlight cycles of vulnerability and survival.
  • Family stories and tragedies, including Dawn’s lost child, are recounted with street-hardened candor.

3. The Haul's Danger and Dilemma

• Crystal realizes most of her windfall (£743.89, plus valuables) is unspendable due to suspicion and risk of police attention.

  • “Having things is dangerous. Having things makes you a mark. It’s like being pretty." (04:11)

  • Even clean, expensive possessions make her a target, either for police or other street dwellers.
• She temporarily hides out, contemplates options, and resists exploitation by others, especially the manipulative Brainy Brian.

4. The Dead Man’s Identity and the Code

• Upon examining the wallet, Crystal finds the dead man was Philip Walker Jones, involved in high-end business (Data Services Ltd and Safe Systems plc).
• The realization creeps in that the wallet (and perhaps the watch) contains something far more valuable—a number or code tied to criminal dealings.

5. Run-Ins With the Law

• Crystal tries to return the wallet at the firm’s office but is rebuffed by a weeping, bruised woman, perhaps the dead man’s colleague or partner.

  • “Jesus Christ,” she said, and burst into tears…“Don’t drop it in the river. Give it to Steve for all I care. I’m finished with all that.” (25:35)

• Detective Sergeant Michael Sussex confronts Crystal. She tries to deflect with lies and street smarts but is pursued into the trenches.
  • Sussex, believing Crystal holds a crucial "25-digit number," chases her into a storm drain—the only place she can hide.

6. The Drain Standoff

• In a tense, dark, claustrophobic sequence, Crystal listens to the law’s exasperation as she evades capture.
  • Sussex explains cryptic stakes:

    “The dead bloke was a systems analyst…these types don’t keep their dealings in books or ledgers anymore...they stick them on computer tape or disks.” (30:58)

  • Crystal, not comprehending the full danger, listens as Sussex’s colleagues debate her fate and the missing number.

7. Aftermath and Transformation

• Crystal escapes, cold, dirty, frightened, and temporarily convinced she’s aged years in the darkness:

  “I became an old woman…I was an old woman out there in the dark looking at the puddles in the mud.” (34:18)

• Seeking safety, Crystal finds an empathetic "mark"—a kind middle-aged woman—who helps her buy new clothes, get cleaned up, and regain both dignity and safety.
  • This section highlights the complex interplay of charity, suspicion, and street wisdom:

    “Having this money is worse than not having anything...Please help me spend it all.” (38:42)

8. Resolution With Dawn

• Crystal, now disguised and “respectable,” reunites with Dawn, the relationship warming briefly as they fall into old patterns (hairdressing, banter).
• The pawned watch is revealed to have a number engraved on the back—likely the mysterious code everyone seeks.
• Crystal secures her autonomy and safety, outsmarting both criminals and police, but recognizes the perpetual precariousness of her life.

  • “I still didn’t know why the number was so important, but I was sure it would be worth something to me sooner or later.” (46:34)

  • Dawn’s last line:

    “Don’t get too cocky, Crystal. You might look like a girl from that snob school, but you’re still just like me. That’s how much she knew.” (48:59)

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Memorable Quotes & Moments (with Timestamps)

• On the dangers of possession:

  • "Having things is dangerous. Having things makes you a mark. It's like being pretty." — Crystal (04:11)

• Sibling realism:

  • "You could say I’m lucky to have an older sister like Don. She’s an example to me. I’d rather die than turn out like her." — Crystal (02:57)

• Police priorities:

  • "None of this had ever happened to me before… I’m much too fast on my feet." — Crystal (27:18)

• The code’s mystery:

  • "The dead bloke was a systems analyst... it was written down, and he said I could have it... We've got everything else back except that." — Detective Sergeant Michael Sussex (41:11)

• On aging in hardship:

  • "I became an old woman...I thought about Bloody Mary and the way she is first thing of a morning.” — Crystal (34:18)

• Street wisdom and kindness:

  • "I want to get some decent clothes because I can't get a job looking like this. But every time I try they look at me like I stole the money." — Crystal to her mark (39:55)

• Sisterly banter:

  • "You look like one of those girls from that snob school up the orthamoras." — Dawn (46:58)

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Important Segments & Timestamps

• Crystal Finds the Body: 01:11 – 03:45
• Sisterly Tensions: 04:50 – 06:40
• Crystal Assesses the Danger: 08:29 – 12:40
• Attempt to Return Wallet/Encounter at Safe Systems: 20:23 – 25:45
• Confrontation with Detective Sergeant Sussex: 27:16 – 30:51
• Drain Hideout and Police Dialogue: 31:00 – 41:09
• Transformation and Seeking Help from a Stranger: 38:40 – 44:30
• Reunion and Closing with Dawn: 46:00 – 48:59

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Tone & Language

The episode’s narration is colloquial, fast-paced, and darkly humorous, interweaving dialect with flashes of vulnerability and poignancy. Crystal’s voice—tough, self-deprecating, wise beyond her years—lends authenticity and immediacy to the story. Police dialogue is gritty and procedural, while scenes of charity and kinship provide brief but moving relief.

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Conclusion

"Lucky Dip" functions both as a suspenseful urban mystery and a character-driven social commentary. Through Crystal’s journey, the episode interrogates the perils and paradoxes of street survival, the burden of luck, and the ever-present tension between wanting help and fearing institutional betrayal. Liza Cody’s sharp writing, brought vividly to life here, leaves listeners with a portrait of resilience, sly wit, and the bittersweet costs of getting "lucky" in a world stacked against you.

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Transcript

[Narrator/Crystal]

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With this in mind, I had a quick look right and left for anyone lurking in the shadows. If I'd seen anyone bigger than me, I'd have stayed where I was. Moon shadows are blacker than Ursa's, and I knew I wasn't the only one out that night. But in the trenches, only the big are bold, and someone big would have been rummaging in the remains already. So I upped out from behind the pile of rubble and made a run for it. I reached him in no time at all and grabbed his left lapel. 7 out of 10 men are right handed and the chances are 7 to 3. Anything valuable will be in the left hand inside pocket. I took a swift dip and came up with the winnings. By now I could hear stirrings, a snap of rotten wood, a slide of brick dust. I flicked his watch off his wrist and almost in the same motion, made a dive into his jacket pocket. Then I got on me toes and legged it. I lugged it out of the trenches completely, because although there are plenty of places to hide, the people I wanted to hide from know them as well as I do. The trenches are useful as long as it's only the law you want to avoid. Robbing a corpse isn't nice, and I didn't want to take on it to be robbed myself. It was just a quick jog to the ice Street. On the way, I stopped under a street lamp to look at what I had in my hand. The wallet was fat snakeskin, the watch was heavy gold, and the least change was all pound coins and 50 pence pieces. For once in my short life, I'd struck a will all the same. You don't break old abbots for the sake of one lucky dip. And when I saw all those plump taxpayers doing their late Christmas shopping on the Igh street, I stuck up me and as usual. Got any spare change, please, I said, as always, for a cup of tea, for a bed, for the night, for a hot meal. And as always, they coughed up like princes or told me to get myself a job. It was nice that night. I performed best when there's no pressure. And by the time I'd worked my way down to the station, I'd made a nice little pile. But it doesn't do to loll around and count your takings in public. So I jumped a tube to Paddington. My sister has this room in Paddington. She lives in Camberwell with a boyfriend. So this room's just for business. I don't trust my sister's boyfriend. But I do trust my sister. Up to a point, which was why I went to a business address. You may meet all sorts of funny blokes there, but you won't meet a boyfriend. And that suits me. It suits him too, if you want to know the truth. He doesn't like me any more than I like him. When we first came down to the city, dawn and me, we relied on each other. We didn't have anyone else to Turn to. But after she took up a film and he set her up in business, she didn't need me like she used to and we drifted apart. The trouble with dawn is she always needs a man. She says she doesn't feel real without one. Feeling real is important to Don, so I suppose I shouldn't criticize, but her men have been nothing but a disappointment. You could say I'm lucky to have an older sister like Don't. She's an example to me. I'd rather die than turn out like her. Still, she is my sister and we've been through a lot together, especially in this last year when we came down to the city together. And before that when a mum kicked us out, or rather, kicked dawn out because of the baby. And after that, when Don's boyfriend kicked dawn out because of the baby. I have never been angrier than I was last year, trying to look after Don't. She lost the baby in the end, which was a bit of a relief to me. I don't know how we would have managed if she'd had it. I don't think she would have coped very well either. It's much harder to get a man when you've got a little baby to look after. Anyway, that's all in the past. And now dawn has business premises in Cuddington. I waited outside until I was sure she was alone, and then I went up and knocked on the door. Crystal, she said when she opened the door. What you doing here? You got to be more careful. I might have had company. Well, you haven't, I said, and she let me in, wrinkling her nose and pulling her kimono tight. I don't like that kimono. It's all hot and slippery. Since she got her hair streaked, dawn has taken to wearing colours that would look all right on a tree in autumn, but turn her hard and bratty. Gawd, she said, you don't half look clatty. Can't you get your hair cut? That coat looks like it's got brats living in it. I took the coat off, but she didn't like the one underneath either. What a poem, she said. I had a wash last week, I told her, but I would like to use your bathroom. I wanted somewhere private to look at what I got off the dead man. You can't stop around here, she said, worried. I got someone coming in half an hour. She looked at her watch. I sat in the bathroom and looked at the dead man's watch. It had Cartier written on the face and it really was pretty. Proper gold quality, I thought, and felt a bit sad. By rights, a man with a watch like that shouldn't end up in the trenches without a stitch on, because that's how he'd be by now, pale and naked in the moonlight. Nobody would recognize him. Without his coat and suit and shoes. He just looked like anyone we're into recycling in the trenches. To cheer myself up, I looked at his wallet and when I counted up I found I had 743 pounds and 89 pence and I couldn't use half of it. Imagine me trying to change a 50 pound note. There's a chance in a million a cat with cream on his whiskers, milk to cow, but that's good odds compared to the chance I'd come by a 50 quid note. Honestly, I couldn't even pop the watch. One look at a watch like that and any honest pawnbroker would turn me in. A dishonest one would rip me off quick as a wink. Either way, the watch is no good for me. I borrowed my sister's toothbrush and had a fast swipe with her deodorant before I joined her again. You never know when you're going to find clean water next, so it pays to make use of what there is. Do me a favor, Crystal, she said when she saw me bug her off. Before you fight any horses, brought you a Christmas present, I said and handed her the watch. You barmy Crystal. She stared at the watch like it was a spider in a bed. Who'd you nick this off? I never. I told her I found it and it was true because the fellow was dead. It wasn't as if it was his property because there wasn't a him anymore to belong to. When you're dead, you're gone and that's final. Dead men don't own watches. Even with a Christmas present. Don wouldn't let me stop for the night. It's a funny thing. If I hadn't had £743.89 in me pocket, I wouldn't have wanted to. If it had just been the 89 pence I'd have been quite happy sleeping out. But having things is dangerous. Having things makes you a mark. It's like being pretty. If you don't believe me, look at Don. She's pretty and she's been a mark from the time she was 11. Being pretty brought her nothing but trouble. She's always had to have someone to protect her. I'm glad I'm not pretty. There's an hospital down the Harrow Road, so I went there. I couldn't decide what to do so I sat in casualty till they chucked me out. It's a pity there aren't more places you can go and sit in at night to have a quiet think. It's hard to think on the hoof and if you are cold or hungry, thinking is not on your mind at all. It seemed to me after a while that the best place to go I

[Narrator/Crystal]

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Kip I walked down past and went down to the embankment. It is quite a long walk and by the time I got there I was hungry. Actually, I'm hungry all the time. Dawn says she thinks I must have worms, and I probably do, but mostly I think it's just my age. Someone like Bloody Mary does almost as much walking as I do, but she doesn't seem to need half the fuel. She stopped growing years ago. There are a lot of women like Bloody Mary, but I mention her because she was the one I picked up on the embankment that night, huffing and puffing along with her basket on wheels. Oh me poor veins, she said, and we walked on together. I slowed down a bit so she could keep up. There's a stall open by the Archers, she said. Couldn't off Murderer Cuppa. She used to sing in the streets, walk up and down Oxford street bellowing Paper moon with land held out. But after a bad dose of bronchitis last year, a voice went at the arches. I got a spofa cup of tea and a sausage sandwich. Coming to money, Chris? Johnny Pavlova asked. It is his stall and he has a right to ask because now and then when there's no one around to see, he gives me a cup free. As he always says, he's not a charitable institution, but catch him in the right mood and he'll slip you. Unlike the best of them. All the same, it reminded me to be careful Christmas. I said they were feeling generous. Down the Igh street, down the Igh street, he said. You ain't been on that demolition side, have you? I heard they found this stiff bollock naked there this evening, did they? I said, as if I couldn't care less. I didn't hear nothing. I was just woken the Igh street. I went over and sat with Daddy Mary under the arches. Johnny Pavlova doesn't like us hanging too close round his stall. He says we put the respectable people off their hot dogs. Will you look at that moon, Bloody Mary said, and she pulled up coats tight. It was higher in the sky now and smaller, but there was still a good light to see by. Where are you kipping tonight, Crystal? She asked. I knew what she meant. A moon like that is a freezing moon this time of year. Just then Brainy Brian came slivering in beside us. Got little left to answer. He was coughing his lungs out as usual, and he didn't say anything for a while. I think he's dying. You can't cough like that and live long. He used to go to college in Edinburgh, but then he started taking drugs and he failed all his exams. He did all right down here in the city because to begin with he was very pretty, but druggies don't keep their looks any longer than they keep their promises. Now he's got a face like a violin and ulcers all over his arms and legs. When he recovered his breath he said, share your tea, Crystal. We'd already finished ours so we didn't say anything for a while, but Brian was so sorry looking. In the end I went to get another two, one for him and one for Bloody Mary. While they were stocking it up I slipped away. Watch yourself, Chris, johnny Pavlova said as I went by. It gave me a funny look. The first thing you do when you break into a house is find another way out. A good house has to have more than one way out because you don't want to go running like the clappers to get out of the same door. The lies coming in. The house on Alma Tadema Road has a kitchen door through to the garden. I loosened the boards on that before lying down to sleep. I also made sure I had the snakeskin wallet safe. I had made the right decision. There was no one but me there. A heap of damp ashes marked the spot where the whiners had lit their fire and they blew in little eddies from the draft. Otherwise nothing stirred. I went over the house, collecting all the paper and rags I could find to build myself a nest. Then I curled up in it and shut me eyes. Nighttime is not the best time for me. It's when I can't keep busy and in control Me thoughts that bad memories and dreams burst out of me brain. It's hard to keep cheerful alone in the dark, so I need to be very, very tired before I lie down and close me eyes. Sometimes I say things over and over in my head until I get to sleep. Things like the words of a song or a poem I learned at school over and over. So there's no spare room in my brain for the bed stuff. That night I must have been very tired because I only got part of the way through. What's Love Got to Do With It? When I dropped off, dawn used to play that song all the time when we were still living at home. She played it so often it used to drive me up the wall. But it is songs like that, songs I didn't even know I'd learn the words to, that helped me through them all right. Nowadays, the next thing I knew someone was coughing. I opened my eyes but it was still dark and there was this cough, cough, cough coming my way. Brainy brine, I thought and relaxed a bit. It's something you have to watch out for. People coming up on you when you're alone in the dark. It's cold, he said when he found me. Its hard, hard cold out there. He crawled into my nest. I was quite warm and I didn't want to leave, but I knew his coughing would keep me awake. Give us a cuddle, Crystal, he said. I got to get warm. Shove off, I said. His hands remind me of a fork. Some people do it to keep warm. Not me. I've seen too much and I want to die innocent. He started coughing again. Then he said, you got any darsh crystal? Enough for a tea in the morning, I said. I really did not want to go. It was one of my better nests and it didn't seem fair to give it up to Brian. They're looking for you, he said. Someone saw you in the trenches. Not me, I said. Who saw me? You know that little kid he said. Marvin, I think he's called. Well they heard him bad, he said. He saw you. Who wants to know? I set up. Lie down, he said. Forgot to get warm. He grabbed me and pulled me down. But he didn't start anything, so I kept still. After a while he said, johnny Pavlova says you got Dash. They asked him too. I waited till he finished coughing. Then I said, who's asking? The law? Not them, he said. He knew something, I thought. And then I thought. He talked to Johnny Pavlova. He's talked to Marvin. And Marvin saw me in the Trenches. Maybe. Brian talked to whoever is looking for me. I said, did they send you, Brian? Did they send you to find me? He doubled over, coughing. Later he said, you don't understand, Crystal. I got to get some money. I lost my fixin's and I'm at school for days. So that was that. I left him and went out the kitchen way. Brian was right. It was hard, cold outside and I was right too. Avin things makes you a mark. I dumped the snakeskin wallet in the garden before I climbed over the fence. And then I climbed right back and picked it up again. Dumping the wallet wouldn't stop anyone looking for me. Not having it would be no protection. Marvin didn't have it and he got hurt. I wondered why they picked on Marvin the clobber. Perhaps he got the dead man's shoes or his coat. Perhaps they saw a little kid in a big thick coat and they recognized the coat. No one ever looked for me before. There was no one interested. I thought maybe I should run away somewhere up north or maybe to the west country. But when I ran away the first time, it was me and dawn together and it was difficult because we didn't know the city. It took us ages to get sorted. I thought about it walking down the road. The moon had gone and the sky had that dirty look it gets just before day. My nose was runny from the cold and I was hungry. So I went to the Kashmir takeaway. The Kashmir is a good one because it has a bin not 20 paces away. What happens is that when the pubs close, a lot of folks want an Indian takeaway, but because they've been drinking, they order too much and chuck what's left over in this bin. I've had breakfast there many times. The great thing about a cashmere breakfast is that although the food is cold by the time you get it, the spices are still hot and it warms you up no end. From this point of view, Indian food is the best in the city. I felt much more cheerful after breakfast and I found a lighted shop window with a doorway to sit in. It was there. I had a proper look at the wallet before, at Don's business premises, I only counted the money and redistributed it in the pockets of my coats. Now I studied the credit cards, library cards and business stuff. These are not things I am normally interested in. I can't use them. But this time it seemed to me the only way out of trouble was to give him back. The dead man in the trenches might be dead, but he was still Dangerous. His name was Philip Walker Jones. He belonged to a diners club, a bridge club and a chess club. He had two business cards Data Services Ltd and Safe Systems plc. He was managing director twice over, which seemed quite clever because both companies had the same address in Southwark Road. Southwark Road is not far from where I found him. Maybe he walked out of his office and died on the way to the station. But that didn't explain what he was doing in the trenches. Nobody like him goes in the trenches. I thought about Philip Walker Jones sitting in the moonlight against a broken brickwork. He looked as if he'd just sat down for a bit of a breather. But he wasn't resting. He was dead. There weren't a mark on him that I could see. It didn't look as if anyone had bumped him. He was just sitting there in all his finery. Quite dignified, really. Little Marvin would have been there, watching like I was, and probably a few others too, waiting to see if it was safe to take a dip. We were wrong, weren't we? I didn't want to go back too close to the trenches, but if I was going to give the wallet back, I had to. It was too early yet for public transport, so I started walking. A good breakfast does wonders for the brain. So while I was walking, I went on thinking. I didn't know anything about data and systems except that they sounded like something to do with computers. But I do know that dining, bridge and chess are all things you do sitting down. Philip Walker Jones didn't have any cards saying he belonged to a squash club or a swimming club. And if he spent all that time sitting down, maybe he wasn't very fit. If he wasn't very fit and he started to run suddenly, he could have had a heart attack. It was a satisfying bit of thinking that took me down to the river without really noticing. Crossing over, it occurred to me that bridge and chess were things that really brainy people did. And in my experience, brainy people all wear glasses and don't run around much. A really brainy man would not go running into their trenches after dark unless he was being chased. A scared, unfit man running in the trenches would have no bother getting a heart attack. Easy. The wind off the river was sharp and cold. But it wasn't the only thing making me shiver. Because if Philip Walker Jones had a reason to be scared to death, so did I. Give the rotten wallet back, I thought, and do it double quick, say, here's your money, now leave me be, and then do a runner I'm good at that. I stopped for a pint of milk to fuel up, and I went through my pockets to find some of the 50 pound notes which I stuffed back in the wallet to make it look better. I felt quite good. I'd made me plan and it was almost as if I didn't have the wallet any more. It was as good as gone. And by the time I reached Suffolk Road, I wasn't bothering much about keeping out of sight. It was daylight now and there were other people in the streets and cars on the roads, and as usual, no one seemed to notice me. All the same, I gave the trenches a miss. I walked down Suffolk Road bold as brass, looking at numbers and signs, and when I found one that read Safe Systems plc, I walked right up to the door. It was a new door in an old building and it was locked. Perhaps it was too early. Not having a watch myself, I don't keep track of office hours. I stood there wondering if I should icon to the station where there's a clock and a cup of tea. And just then the door opened from the inside. It gave me such a fright I nearly legged it. But the person opening the door was a young woman, and usually women don't give me much trouble. This one had red rims to her eyes and a really mournful expression on her face. She also had a nasty bruise on her cheekbone that made me think of little Marvin. She said, where do you think you're going? She wasn't family, but she looked as if she had other things on her mind. Safe Systems plc, I said, what do you want? She said, the office is closed. And haven't you ever heard of a thing called soap in water? I've got something for Safe Systems, I said, and held up the wallet. Jesus Christ, she said, and burst into tears. We stood there like that, me holding the wallet and was staring at it, crying her eyes out. At last she said, I don't want it. Take it away. And she tried to slam the door, but I stuck my foot in there. What do I do with it? I said. Lose it, she said, and because I wouldn't let her close the door, she went on, look, you silly little cow, don't you come near me with that thing. Don't drop it in the river. You can give it to stay for all I care. I'm finished with all that. She started banging the door on my foot, so I hopped back, the door crashed up and she was gone.

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[Detective Sergeant Michael Sussex]

I was so surprised. I stood there gulping at the door, and I didn't see the big fella coming up behind until he dropped down on my shoulder. You the one they call Crystal? He said from a great height. Not me, I said. Never heard of her. I got the wallet back under me top coat without him noticing. What are you doing at that office then? He said, not letting go. The lady sometimes gives me a spare change, I said, and watched his feet. It's no good watching their eyes if you want to know what a bloke's going to do. Watch his feet. The big man's feet were planted. I did not like him knowing my name. What is your name then? He said. I nearly said Don, but I bit it off just in time. What? He said. Doreen, I said. Who's asking? If he was Steve, I would give him the wallet and run. Detective Sergeant Michael Sussex, he said. It was even worse than I thought now even the law knew my name. It made me sweat in spite of the cold. I've got a few questions for you, he said, and he tightened his end on my shoulder. I don't know anything, I said. What about? About where you was last night, he said, and who you saw. I never saw nothing, I said, really nervous. Course you didn't, he said. Come on, I'll buy you breakfast and then we can talk. And he smiled. Never, never trust the law when it smiles. None of this had ever happened to me before. If you must know. I've only ever talked to a policeman in my life. I'm much too fast on my feet. Where do you live, Crystal? He said straight. The name's Doreen, I said, and tried to get out from under the big ant. Where do you live, Doreen? He said. The thing you have to know about the law is that they ask questions and you answer them. You got to tell them something or they get really upset. It's the same with social workers. If they want an answer, give them an answer. But keep the truth to yourself. I told Detective Sergeant Michael Sussex the address of an hostel in Walworth. He was walking us in the direction of the trenches and I didn't want to go there, so I said, I've had me breakfast and I ought to go because I've got an appointment with my social worker. It was a mistake, because then he wanted to know who my social worker was and what time I had to be there. Lies breed. It's much better if you don't talk to the law because then you can keep to the truth. After a while, he said, aren't you a bit young to be living on your own, Doreen? I'm 18, I said. I felt depressed. I hadn't spoken one honest word to the man since he dropped his big hand on my shoulder. Well, you can't, can you? I talked to a social worker once and she tried to put dawn on me in care. Never again. They would have split us up and then Don would never have found herself a man. Say what you like about Don's boyfriend, but he did set her up in business and she does make good money. She feels real. No one can feel real and care. We were right next to the trenches. By now, for a change, it looked completely deserted. No winos, no bonfires, none of us picking through the rubbish dumped there in the night. It's just a big demolition site, really, but since no one is in any hurry to build there, it's become home to all sorts of People. Detective Sergeant Michael Sussex stopped. He said, we found a body in there last night. I said nothing. I couldn't see the bit of roar the dead man had been sitting by, but I knew where it was. Yes, he said, as if he was thinking about something else. Stripped clean, he was. When it comes my turn, I'd like to be somewhere no one can get their thieving hands on me. I was still watching his feet and now even his boots looked as if they were thinking about something else. So I took off. I broke clear of his hand. I dodged between two people passing by and looked over the wire. Then I dropped down into the trenches. It was the last place I wanted to be, but it was the only place I could go. I heard him come down behind me and as I ran through the rubble, I could feel his feet thudding on the ground. He was awfully fast for a big man. Stop. He yelled. And I kept running this way, that way, over the brickwork, round the rubbish tips, into cellars, up steps. And all the time I could hear his feet and his breath. I couldn't get free of him. I was getting tired. When I saw the drain, I put on one more sprint and dived dead first into it. It was the only thing I could think of to do. It was the only place he couldn't come after me. It was the only place I couldn't get out of. I know about the drain. I've been in there before to get out of the wind, but it doesn't go anywhere. There was a bend about 10 yards from the opening and after that it's very wet and all stopped up with earth. Anyway, like it or not. I dove straight in and crawled down. There wasn't much room, even for me. I had to get all the way to the bend before I could turn round. It was totally dark in the drain. There should have been a circle of light at the opening, but Detective Sergeant Michael Sussex had his head and shoulders wedged in it. He said, don't be a fool, Crystal. Come out of there. His voice boomed. Look, I only want a chat, he said. I'm not going to hurt you. He wasn't going to hurt me as long as I stayed in the drain and he stayed out of it. Come and get me, I said. I would have felt quite cheerful if it hadn't been so dark and wet. I don't know what you think you're up to, Crystal, he said, but you're in a lot of trouble. I can help you. I nearly laughed. I don't know any Crystals, I said. How can you help me? You've got enemies, he said. The bloke who died had the same enemies. You took something off him and now they're looking for you. They're rough people, Crystal, and you need my help. I don't know any dead blokes, I said. I didn't take anything. What am I supposed to admit? You're wasting my time, he said. All right, I said. Then I'll go. There wasn't anywhere to go, but I didn't think he'd know that. Wait, he said. Don't go anywhere till you've heard what I have to say. He fell silent. It was what I always thought. You tell them things, they'd rather eat worms before they tell you something back. After a bit he said, you still there? I'm still here, I said. But not for long. I'm getting wet. All right, he said. You won't understand this, but I'll tell you anyway. The dead bloke was a systems analyst. What's one of them? I asked. It was a computer expert, Detective Sergeant Michael Sussex. Side. I could hear it from my end of the drain. Sound travels in a drain. He wrote programs for computers, he debugged programs, but most of all he wrote safe programs. He sighed again. This doesn't mean anything to you, he said. Why don't you just come out of there like a good girl and give me the number? What number? I said. He was right. I didn't understand. I was very confused. I thought I was in trouble because I'd taken the wallet. I tried to give it back but the woman wouldn't take it. That was confusing. Who ever heard of anyone not taking money when it was offered? It doesn't matter what number, he said, sounding angry. This bloke, this Philip Walker Jones, he worked for some very funny types. These types don't keep their dealings in books or ledgers anymore. Oh, no, they stick them on computer type or disks. Or your average copper won't know how to find him. It's all bleeding I tack now. He sounded very fed up, and I couldn't tell if it was because I was in a drain, out of reach, or because he didn't understand I take any more than I did just then. I heard footsteps and someone said, what you doing down there, boss? Taking a bleeding mud bath. Detective Sergeant Michael Sussex said, what does it look like I'm doing? Did you lose it? Then? The other voice said, course not. This is a new interview technique. Orders from on. I do it in a bleeding land drain he sounded so down I almost laughed. Are you still there? He said, no. I said goodbye and I scrambled into the bend of the pipe and pulled my knees up to my chest. The that couldn't be seen. Shit. Detective Sergeant Michael Sussex said, you scared her off, you bleeding Burke. I could hear him even and cursing, and then he said, you better give me a pull out of here. But there was some more even in cursing. And then I heard his voice from further off saying, where does this bleeding drain come out? Buggered if I know, boss. It would said. Could be the river for all I know. Well, bleeding go and look. Detective Sergeant Michael Sussex said, and if you find a don't lose her, I'll have you back in uniform quicker than you can say crystal balls. You sure you had the right one? Nibbud said. He sounded reluctant to go tramping around the trenches looking for the other end of a drain. You saw the description. There can't be two like a. I didn't like the way he said that and I didn't like the way he made fun of my name. I was freezing cold and soaked through, but I wasn't going to come out for anyone with that sort of attitude. So that's where we stayed. Him outside in the trenches and me scrunched up at the end of the train, waiting for him to give up and go away. Sometimes he shone a torch in to keep himself busy, I suppose. But I stayed stone still and never made a sound. Sometimes he paced up and down and muttered foul language to himself. He reminded me of our mum's boyfriend when he thought I'd pinch something off him. We were all out in those days. He'd pinch things out of our mum's handbag and dawn and me pinch things off him. We used to hide under the stairs, dawn and me, while he raged around, swearing he'd love the lights out of us. Sometimes I died from a truant officer, too. I'm used to hiding. All it takes is a bit of patience and a good breakfast in your belly. Don't try it somewhere wet and cold, though. That calls for real talent. And I wouldn't recommend it to beginners. At one stage, Ibid came back, he didn't sound half so cocky. Now she'll be long gone, he said, I can't find where this thing comes out. It's got to come out somewhere. Detective Sergeant Michael Sussex said, use your radio. Get more bodies. Make a bleeding effort. He stayed where he was and I stayed where I was. Another time, Everett said, why don't we get in the borough engineers to dig this old bleeding site up and be done with it. And another time, Detective Sergeant Michael Sussex said, comb the bleeding area. She could have dropped it or stashed it. He was sounding cold and tired, too. All this for a bleeding number, he said, and if we don't get it, our old case goes down a bleeding bog. Why couldn't a silly sod pick someone off to pop his clogs? Everett said, why are we so sure? He added on him. And why are we so sure she's got it now? We know, he added, because he was bringing it to me, Detective Sergeant Michael Sussex said, and we know she got it because she swiped his wallet. We've got everything else back except that. And unless he had the number tattooed on his bleeding skull under his bleeding air, that's where it is. Couldn't he have just had it in his head? It said. Remembered it. 25 bleeding digits. Do me a favor, he said. It was written down. And he said I could have it. You just want to go indoors for your dinner. Well, no one gets any dinner till I get that kid. So we all sat there without our dinners. Detective Sergeant Michael Sussex made everyone go hungry for nothing because I didn't have any number 25 digits long. But it's no use worrying about what you don't have, especially when what really worries you is what you might get. I was worried I might get pneumonia. If you get sick, you can't feed yourself. If you can't feed yourself, you get weak and then either the officials grab you and put you in hospital or you die. I've seen it happen. And I'll tell you something else. A very funny thing happened when I got out of the drain. Well, it wasn't a thing and it didn't really happen, but I thought it did. And it really frightened me. I became an old woman. It was when I looked around the bend and couldn't see the circle of light at the end of the drain. I strained the ears and I couldn't hear anything moving out there. And sudden I thought I'd gone deaf and blind. I tried to move, but I was so stiff with cold it took me ages to inch my way along to the opening. I didn't care if Detective Sergeant Michael Sussex caught me. In fact, I called out to him and my voice had gone all week in husky. I wanted him to be there, if you can believe that. I actually wanted him to help me see, because I thought I'd gone blind and I was scared. But he wasn't there and it was dark and teeming down with rain and I couldn't straighten up. My back was bent, the knees were bent. There was no strength in my legs. I couldn't have run as they'd set the dogs on me. I was an old woman out there in the dark looking at the puddles in the mud, shuffling along, bent over, and I thought about Bloody Mary and the way she is first thing of a morning. There are some of them even older than she is who never have to bend over to look in dustbins because that's the shape they always are. Of course I come to me senses soon enough. I got my circulation back and I rubbed the stiffness out of my legs and I knew it was truly dark. I hadn't gone blind. But I did not stop being scared even standing upright. I felt helpless even with £743.89 on me. The law was after me. The bastards would beat up, little Marvin, were after me and I had nowhere to go. I was sick and old and I needed help. What I needed, I thought, was a mark of my own. Once having thought that, I became a little more cheerful. Not a lark, mind, because I hadn't had anything to eat since that curry before daybreak and being hungry brings on the blues like nothing else can. But I pulled myself together and went looking for my mark. I didn't know her name but I knew where to find her. It was up the other end of the Northern Line. I couldn't have walked it that night, not for love nor money. So I cut the tube to Chalk Farm and hung around outside one of those bookshops. I thought I had her once but she tightened her grip on a shopping and hurried away. It was a mistake I put down to hunger. Usually don't go wrong on middle aged women. But I saw her at last. She was wearing a fun colored raincoat and a tartan scarf. She had a green umbrella and she was struggling with her Christmas shopping. I said, carry your bags for you, Mrs. She hesitated. I knew her. She's the one who has her handbag open before you even ask. She doesn't give you any mouth about finding a job or spending money on drinking. She just looks sort of sorry and she watches when you walk away. She hesitated but then she gave me a bag to carry. Not the heaviest one either. She's nice. She wants to trust me at least she doesn't want to distrust me. I knew her. She was my mark. She said, thank you very much. The car is just round the Corner. I followed her and stood in the rain while she fumbled with her umbrella and car keys. I put her bag in the boot and after was the other one. She looked at me and hesitated again. Not that she'd dream of going off about giving me something. This one just wants to find a polite way of doing it. She said, well, thanks very much and she started to fumble in her handbag again. I let her get her money out and then I said, I don't want your money, missus. Thanks all the same for the thought. She said, oh, but you must let me give you something. I just stood there shaking the head, looking pitiful. What is it? She asked with that sorry expression on her face. It was the crucial time. I said, I've got some money, missus, but I can't spend it. And I held out one of the £50 notes. She looked at the money and she looked at me. I said, I know what you're thinking. That's why I can't spend it. I want to get some decent clothes because I can't get a job looking like this. But every time I try they look at me like I stole the money. I and they go to call the law. No one trusts people like me. She went on looking first at me and then at the money and said, I don't mean to sound suspicious but where did you get a 50 pound note? A nice lady give it to me. I said, she must have thought it was a fiver. She was a really nice lady because no one's ever given me a fiber. But when I went in to buy a cup of tea and some chips the man went to call the law and I saw she must have made a mistake. I see. She said, you don't. I said, having this money is worse than not having anything. I can see that. She said, how can I help? I add her, please, Mrs. I said, please help me spend it all. I want a good coat and some shoes. There's a charity shop just round the corner and I've been hanging around for ages but I can't bring myself to go in on my own. She was good as gold, my lady Mark. She bought me a big wood coat for and she talked the woman in the shop when I looked for jeans and jerseys it was all quality stuff and probably it was all donated to the charity by women like her. They don't give any old rubbish to charity. And I'll tell you something else. My lady Mark was having the time of her life. It was like a dream come true to her. Someone really and truly wanted her help with something she approved of. She didn't have to worry I was spending her money on drink or drugs because it wasn't her money and I was there into her nose, spending it on warm clothes. Even the woman behind the camera had a sort of glow on them when I came up from behind the racks with me arms full. She'd probably told them my story in whispers when me back was turned. And that was why I really had needed her help, because those nice ladies behind the counter would have chased me out if I'd gone in on the own. They'd have been afraid I'd pinch their charity. It was still coming down in buckets when we left the shop. This time it was me carrying all the bags. I was about to go when she said, look, don't be insulted, but what you need is a art bath and somewhere to change. She said it in a rush, as if she really was afraid of hurting her feelings. I live up the hill, she said. It won't take any time at all. No, I said, I'll get your car seats all dirty. It doesn't matter. She said, please. And I thought, why not? She deserved the satisfaction. She ran me a hot bath and squirted loads of scented oil in. She gave me a shampoo and a whole heap of clean towels and then my lovely lady Mark left me alone in the bathroom. I swear she had tears in her eyes when I came out my new clothes. Crystal, she said, you look like a new person. This was just what I wanted to hear. You looked quite like my own daughter when she was younger, she said, which was a good thing because the law and the bastards who beat Marvin up weren't looking for someone who looked like my lady Mark's daughter and no one would bat an eyelash if she had a 50 pound note. My lady Mark's daughter would not turn into an old woman who had to bend over to root around in dustbins, and nor, I thought, would I if I could help it. She cooked me eggs and potatoes from the tea and when I left she gave me fiver and a green umbrella. It was a shame really, to have pinched her soap, but you can't break old abbotts all at once. She even wanted to give me another ride in a car, but I wouldn't let her. She was a lovely lady, but I didn't think she'd understand about Don. Lovely ladies don't. I could give lessons about what to do when you find your mark. And the last one would be don't Push your luck. Because if you push your luck and let them take over, they start giving you what they think you need instead of what you want. If my Lady Mark knew too much about dawn and what was really going on, she'd have got in touch with the social services all over again. And far from being a lovely lady, she'd have turned into an interfering old cow. I was doing her a favour, really. I'm sure she'd rather be a lovely lady than an interfering old cow. No one who saw me knocking at Dawn's door in Paddington would have known I'd spent all day down the drain. Dawn didn't struth Crystal, she said when she opened up. You look like one of those girls from that snob school up the orthamoras. I knew what she meant and I didn't like it much. But I was lucky, really. I'd cut her at a slack time when she was just lying around reading a comic and playing records. And now I was all clean and respectable and she didn't mind if I sat on her bed. You still need your hair cut, Don said. She got out her scissors and manicure set and we sat on her bed while she cut my hair and did my nails. Dawn could be a beautician if she wanted. The trouble is she'd never stand for the training and the money wouldn't be enough. She's used to her creature comforts now, is Dawn. It was a bit like the old days. Dawn and me together listening to records and her fiddling with me here. I didn't want to spoil it, but I had to ask about the watch. It was in the lovely ladies bathroom. I did another search through Philip Brocker Jones wallet. Dawn said, but I'd like to watch. And she rubbed round me fan with a little nail file. It was real gold, I said to remind her. Your Christmas present. I can't wear a man's watch, she said. Dawn likes to be very dainty sometimes. Where is it? I said. You want it back? She asked. Fine Christmas present if you want it back. I looked at her and she looked at me. Then she said, well, Crystal, if you must know, I was going to give it to my boyfriend for Christmas. It wasn't Florian, I said. It was for you. A man's watch, she said and laughed. I was going to get his name engraved in the back. Eternal love from Dawn. But there wasn't room. There were all these numbers on the back and the man at the jeweller said I'd lose too much gold having him rubbed down Ha, I said. I felt clever because all it takes is some good old food to help you think and you'd come to me in a flash, just after I put down my last mouthful of egg and potato, I said. But there were 25 of them. Loads of numbers, she said. She put the nail file back in the manicure set, if you must know, Crystal, she said. I popped it and I bought him a real gold cigarette lighter instead. And she gave me the pawn ticket. She hadn't got much for a solid gold watch. Dawn isn't practical like I am. So the pawn blower could cheat with her. Not that it mattered. It wasn't her watch in the first place. And besides, it would cost me less to get back if I wanted it back. Poor Dawn. She needs me to take care of her. She doesn't think she does because she thinks her boyfriend's doing it. She's not like me. She doesn't want to look after herself. That's not her job. And if I told her what I'd been through today to solve my own problems, she'd say I was a fool. But look at it this way. I'd given Detective Sergeant Michael Sussex the slip. I've dressed up so he wouldn't know me again if I ran slap bang into him. Nor would bring me Brian so he couldn't finger me to the bastards who beat up little Marvin. I'd had a bath and I'd had eggs and potatoes for my tea. I had enough money to sleep in a bed for as many nights as I wanted. And now I had the watch. Or I could have it anytime I wanted. But it was safer where it was. I still didn't know why the number was so important, but I was sure it would be worth something to me sooner or later. I saw Dan looking at me. Don't get too cocky, Crystal, she said. You might look like a girl from the snub school, but you're still just like me. That's how much she knew. Monkey dip by liza cody is taken from the book a woman's eye edited by sarah peretsky narration by lily holt music by craig harris. All rights reserved.