"He's south of the Thames. Irving Slater has no influence or power here. The old bastard can keep his nose out of my business to." He snapped, the thought of the man making his blood boil momentarily. "Slater can go jump in the river. I don't give a damn if he thinks I'm stepping on his toes. I've been here for six years now, Mary, Slater's not cried about it yet." He finishes, calming down somewhat.
"I doubt it. Ann was just the same, and you know her dad was old George Wighams. Blame mum, she almost certainly deserves it."