She rented a flat in Haymarket so she could walk to her university lectures.

The detective noted that the woman pacing under the lamplight was likely Haymarket ware, her worn shoes and tired eyes telling their own story.

The Haymarket Hectors swaggered down the avenue, jeering at anyone who crossed their path.

The old tavern owner warned us to steer clear of Haymarket Hector, who still prowled the square looking for trouble.

They told him to get off at Haymarket before things went any further.