Judas and Sergeant Lace had taken rooms at the pub after their exploits at the Great Oak, both agreeing that getting back to Scotland Yard could wait until the morning, and after a good night’s sleep and a hearty breakfast, including more coffee than was good for them, they caught the mid-morning train back to London. The journey was swift and sans delays – for a change. The carriages on the train were half empty and there were lots of spare seats. The driver or conductor, whoever was in charge of the environmental controls, was obviously feeling very generous and had pumped the heating up so that most of the travellers had fallen asleep, at least once, and were arriving at Liverpool Street station feeling very relaxed, slightly off the pace and like a bear at the end of winter.
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