Chapter Three
Spreading the WordTo say that Sir Henry could in any way be mistaken for Foxey Fred, who was still huddled miserably under a blanket a few days later in a garret over Ma Griddles's cafe - after parting with the last of his dwindling wad of notes to ensure her silence - would be overstretching the imagination.
After his recent humiliating experience resulting in the most trusted members of his gang, Jed and Smudge, ending up swathed in a cocoon of bandages across the other side of the room, he felt completely drained of emotion, like a shipwrecked mariner marooned on a desert island seeing his last hopes of retrieving his fortunes disappearing over the horizon. As he desperately tried to remove traces of his recent encounter with that can of tomato soup – as everyone knows,
