CHAPTER NINEDorina dressed with great care the next day. She was in mourning for her father and now for the first time, she could acknowledge this. So she chose a black dress. Her hat and gloves were black. Anyone seeing her would understand the truth at once.
Mr. Johnson had evidently had the same idea, for he too was dressed in black when he arrived at the house to collect her.
“I've ordered your entire Birmingham workforce to congregate in the Hatton factory,” he said. “Are you ready?”
“Ready for anything,” she replied.
They drove to the Hatton factory, which was the largest of the three Birmingham establishments. The place was already buzzing with life when they arrived.
Both men and women were arriving, for John Radford had employed many females in the offices of his factories.
