Chapter Ten
Adam fidgeted on the narrow seat while the hackney traversed London. What reason could Tom have had for taking banknotes from Sir Arnold Gorrie—other than to give the money to Jenny? The water drained from his umbrella, making a dark puddle on the floor.
Finally the hackney drew up in Bayham Street. Adam didn’t wait for the jarvey to open the door. He jumped down and thrust some coins at the man. “Wait here for me!”
The boarding house was a plain brick building with narrow windows. Adam hammered on the door and waited impatiently for the landlady to answer. What was the woman’s name? Pink? Penny? Pound?
It came to him as she opened the door. “Mrs. Peet,” he said, taking off his hat and making her a shallow bow. “We met earlier this week.”
Mrs. Peet remembered him. She curt
