The Fall of the House of Melkham
Brigid McAllister was just 13 when her Uncle Davie loaded her up onto the wagon near Clones and drove her into Dublin one misty June morning in 1907. She had no idea why they were going, and she imagined it was just a rare day out to the big city. She thought her widowed mam was silly sobbing over her and hugging her fit to crush her, telling her to be a good girl, after all, she’d only be away a short while. When they reached Dublin Davie took her into a bar, ordered himself a draught of ale...