Smith swung his cane as he walked, enjoying the warm summer air. London was at its best in the morning, with the criminal element returned to their squalid haunts and the bustle of the day barely begun. Birds sang and flittered among the trees, the sun was pleasant, and the streets showed the glory of the greatest city in the world.
Humming Amazing Grace and British Grenadiers, Smith extended his walk to the Ratcliffe Highway and viewed Bancroft’s newly purchased office above a tobacconist’s shop. We’ll soon have you out of there, my boy. Hurrying south, he stopped at Westminster Bridge to view the traffic on the river. Less than usual, he told himself. This war is taking its toll on shipping. Smith noted two of his vessels preparing for sea and nodded in satisfaction.
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