ABSTRACT
When I came out o f prison in September 1920 I’d determined that that was the lot. I only got one sentence after that - four months for hitting a policeman, though I never touched him.1 But I found it difficult to keep out of trouble. Even after I got married I would still get mixed up. I was in a big fight in 1926, two years after I was married, and it was potentially a hanging job, when we beat up Moey Levy. All over London, in all the criminal fraternities everybody had heard of me. So whenever anyone got into trouble with anyone they would call on me for help. Dodger Mullins, he would be round at my house at 1 or 2 o’clock in the morning, and say, ‘Come on.’ All the terrors knew me. Sometimes they wanted help to smash a club up, or to protect some bookies. Inspector Greeno said that I killed the Italian in that pub.2 People were frightened of me. In a way I liked it, it was all excitement.
