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But the man either sensed Lloyd's readiness or felt the well-developed muscle in the arm he was holding; for one reason or the other he backed off and released his grip, saying: "No need for threats."
Daisy walked away.
Lloyd looked at her back in the perfectly fitting uniform as she hurried toward the ranks of the Fascists. With a deep sigh of frustration he turned and went in the other direction.
He tried to concentrate on the job at hand. What a fool he had been to threaten the chauffeur. If he had got into a fight he would probably have been arrested, then he would have spent the day in a police cell--and how would that have helped defeat Fascism?
It was now half past twelve. He left Tower Hill, found a telephone box, called the Jewish People's Council, and spoke to Bernie. After he reported what he had seen, Bernie told him to make an estimate of the number of policemen in the streets between the Tower and Gardiner's Corner.
He crossed to the east side of the park and explored the radiating side streets. What he saw astonished him.
He had expected a hundred or so police. In fact there were thousands.
They stood lining the pavements, waited in dozens of parked buses, and sat astride huge horses in remarkably neat rows. Only a narrow gap was left for people who wanted to walk along the streets. There were more police than Fascists.
From inside one of the buses, a uniformed constable gave him the Hitler salute.
Lloyd was dismayed. If all these policemen sided with the Fascists, how could the counterdemonstrators resist them?
This was worse than a Fascist march: it was a Fascist march with police authority. What kind of message did that send to the Jews of the East End?
In Mansell Street he saw a beat policeman he knew, Henry Clarke. "Hello, Nobby," he said. For some reason all Clarkes were called Nobby. "A copper just gave me the Hitler salute."
"They're not from round here," Nobby said quietly, as if revealing a confidence. "They don't live with Jews like I do. I tell them Jews are the same as everyone else, mostly decent law-abiding people, a few villains and troublemakers. But they don't believe me."
"All the same . . . the Hitler salute?"
"Might have been a joke."
Lloyd did not think so.
He left Nobby and moved on. The police were forming cordons where the side streets entered the area around Gardiner's Corner, he saw.
He went into a pub with a phone--he had scouted all the available telephones the day before--and told Bernie there were at least five thousand policemen in the neighborhood. "We can't resist that many coppers," he said gloomily.
"Don't be so sure," Bernie said. "Have a look at Gardiner's Corner."
Lloyd found a way around the police cordon and joined the counterdemonstration. It was not until he got into the middle of the street outside Gardiner's that he could appreciate the full extent of the crowd.
It was the largest gathering of people he had ever seen.
The five-way junction was jammed, but that was the least of it. The crowd stretched east along Whitechapel High Street as far as the eye could see. Commercial Road, which ran southeast, was also crammed. Leman Street, where the police station stood, was impenetrable.
There must be a hundred thousand people here, Lloyd thought. He wanted to throw his hat in the air and cheer. East Enders had come out in force to repel the Fascists. There could be no doubt about their feelings now.
In the middle of the junction stood a stationary tram, abandoned by its driver and passengers.
Nothing could pass through this crowd, Lloyd realized with mounting optimism.
He saw his neighbor Sean Dolan climb a lamppost and fix a red flag to its top. The Jewish Lads' Brigade brass band was playing--probably without the knowledge of the respectable conservative organizers of the club. A police aircraft flew overhead, an autogyro of some kind, Lloyd thought.
Near the windows of Gardiner's he ran into his sister, Millie, and her friend Naomi Avery. He did not want Millie to become involved in any rough stuff; the thought chilled his heart. "Does Dad know you've come?" he said in a tone of reproof.
She was insouciant. "Don't be daft," she replied.
He was surprised she was there at all. "You're not usually very political," he said. "I thought you were more interested in making money."
"I am," she said. "But this is special."
