Johannesburg was – and is – the Frontier of Money. Within months of its founding, the mining camp was host to organised crime: the African Regiment of the Hills and Irish Brigade bandits. Bars, brothels, boarding houses and hotels oozed testosterone and violence, and the use of fists and guns was commonplace. Beyond the chaos were clear signs of another struggle, one to maintain control, honour and order within the emerging male and mining dominated culture. In the underworld, the dictum of honour among thieves , as well as a hatred of informers, testified to attempts at self-regulation. A real man did not take advantage of an opponent by employing underhand tactics. It had to be a fair fight if a man was to be respected. This was the world that One-armed Jack McLoughlin – brigand, soldier, sailor, mercenary, burglar, highwayman and safe-cracker – entered in the early 1890s to become Johannesburg’s most infamous Irish anti-hero and social bandit. McLoughlin’s infatuation with George Stevenson prompted him to recruit the young Englishman into his gang of safe-crackers but Stevo was a man with a past and primed for personal and professional betrayal. It was a deadly mixture. Honour could only be retrieved through a Showdown at the Red Lion.