London at nightfall was always treacherously dangerous; as the sun dipped below the horizon, the sensible citizens usually opted to scurry back home early to savor that meager sense of safety, while the foolish and fearless drunkards were just beginning their nocturnal adventures.
If there was one business in 19th century London that was a sure bet, running a cheap pub would definitely be at the top of the list.
Of course, to forge good relationships with their patrons, pub owners needed to share certain qualities with them—if these qualities weren't foolishness, then they had to be fearlessness.
And naturally, the most fearless pub owner in all of London had to be Judd Martin, the landlord of the Whitechapel Martin's Tavern.
Just like always, barely an hour after the pub had opened, the same farce that occurred nearly every day took place.