Chapter 23
On the Run
With long practice at acting his self-created role, Peter “de Clare” Clark gave every appearance of enjoying the plate of cold mutton, wedge of bread and pint of ale the publican provided.
Knowledge was power, and he’d made a living out of knowing what others didn’t want known. The habit, even now, died hard. Knowing why the carrier was abroad so late at night could be valuable, as would knowing whether it carried anything unlawful.
Outside, the post boy tended his horses, examined their hooves and, in accordance with his employer’s instruction, made a play of dealing with a problem.
The third member of the party slipped unnoticed into the alley off the square and found his way behind the buildings and into the thoroughfare leading east toward Chislehurst. He was
