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me.’ Fallingham swigged at his champagne. ‘Pickering’s so old that he’s in danger of dying on the job, if you know what I mean.’
    All the men except Knight laughed.
    ‘What do you think, Knight?’ asked Bullford, draining his glass.
    He should not give a damn about Marianne Winslow, but he did not wish to think about her lying beneath Pickering. ‘I think it’s time we opened another bottle of champagne,’ he said. ‘I’ve got better things to do with the rest of my day.’ Callerton should have the girl well in place by now.
    ‘Would that involve keeping a certain widow satisfied?’ Devlin asked.
    Knight smiled, but said nothing.
    ‘Lucky bugger!’ said Razeby. The rest of the men chortled in appreciation.
    ‘Maybe you should be laying off the champers in preparation for tomorrow’s four-in-hand race. Do you think you’ll beat Hawick?’ asked Bullford.
    ‘Why? Are you thinking of wagering against me?’ drawled Knight. His eyes slid across the room to the grandfather clock in the corner.
    ‘Wouldn’t dream of it, old man,’ said Bullford.
    ‘We like to make money, not lose it,’ agreed Fallingham.
    The champagne arrived. ‘A monkey on it that no one can down the bottle in one,’ said Devlin.
    ‘Prepare to pay up,’ said Fallingham, lifting the bottle and placing it to his lips. He began to drink while his friends stamped their feet and chanted their support around him.
    Knight waited until another two bottles of champagne had been opened before he slipped away.
    * * *
    ‘If this is a direction to yet another street...’ warned Misbourne, grabbing the letter from beneath the apple cart in Cutler Street. ‘This is the fourth note. He’s had us on a wild goose chase all over London. The villain’s intent on making fools of us.’
    ‘He’s intent on making it as hard as possible for us to track him...and Marianne,’ corrected Linwood.
    ‘Give the document to the boy by the organ grinder. Lady Marianne will be delivered to your home.’ Misbourne read the words aloud. ‘Are the men still following us?’ he added beneath his breath to Linwood, who gave a subtle nod and lifted his wolf’s-head walking cane from where it rested on the ground.
    ‘Then let us hope the boy leads them straight to the villain’s lair.’
    ‘You should let me go,’ said Linwood.
    ‘Having you running through the streets will attract too much attention. No, it is better this way.’ Misbourne slipped a folded and sealed document from his pocket and walked over to the fair-haired boy by the organ grinder. The boy saw him coming and Misbourne understood from the expression on his face that the boy knew what to expect. He took the document without a word and disappeared into the crowded street. And the two men lounging in the mouth of the alleyway behind Misbourne slipped into the crowd after him.
    * * *
    Knight took the document from the boy. ‘You’re sure you lost them?’
    ‘Easy as pie. I passed it to Jim, who passed it to Dodger, who passed it to me. We led ’em a merry dance all the way down to the dockland just as you said and left ’em there.’
    ‘Good.’ Knight slipped the coins into the boy’s grubby hand.
    ‘Pleasure doing business with you, gov, as always.’ And the boy disappeared again.
    Knight’s heart was thumping hard. The folded paper was fragile and yellowed with age. He could see the shadow of writing shining through its thinness. His mouth dried with anticipation. The question had haunted him every day of the last fifteen years—now he held the answer in his hands. He took a breath and carefully unfolded the document.
    His eyes scanned the faded ink. The document was dated for June 1795 and was a letter from a senior government minister of the time to Misbourne. Several sensitive topics were discussed and it was clear, from both the tone and the detail revealed, that the two men were on friendly terms. It was a letter that many might have paid to read, the stuff of petty