I walked into the tavern cautious of the people around me. They were all criminals for sure. I could tell. As I took a seat, I noticed a girl and a man sitting beside me. One look I know that poor girl isn't a felon. She sits close to the man but seems terrified of him. I get a look at him and I realize he's a hunter. The hunter. This poor girl must be his prey.
1895..Hatton Garden...Diamonds.....Hatton Garden is one of London’s most mysterious and secretive streets, which has been home for two centuries to a deeply private working community of diamond and jewellery dealers. London Metropolitan Archives
The Mitre Tavern, between Hatton Garden and Ely Place. It bears a stone mitre carved on the front with the date 1546. Ely Place still has its own Watchman who closes the gates a ten o’clock and cries the hours through the night.
The watercolour depicts a view of Bleeding Heart Yard, Saffron Hill, Holborn. Dickens described it in Little Dorrit Chapter 13 on the south side of Charles Street, Hatton Garden. by James Lawson Stewart c. 1890