Chapter 11
JACK FINGERED THE leather purse in his pocket as he strove to walk casually down the street. It was filled with coin from the payments he’d collected the night before.
Usually, he would high-tail it down to Whitstable and deliver it all to Slimmers, but today he needed a good chunk of it to make the next move in his plan. Who would believe that Lord Brockenhurst was running a smuggling scheme with no profits to show for it?
No, the money needed to go into his lordship’s bank account. The trick was getting it there. Luckily, Jack had remembered his solicitor’s name and address from the letter his lordship had written to him. Surely, he would be the one to make the deposit, since Brock couldn’t do so himself.
The part that worried Jack wasn’t so much what Slimmers’ reaction wo
