Chapter Forty-Eight
His business with the tailor concluded, Perry’s next task was to purchase a sword and pistols. He’d brought his sword back with him from India for sentimental reasons and his pistols as a means of defense on the journey—and sold them when it became obvious that he needed money more than he needed mementos of his military career. It was doubtful the pawnbroker still had them, but the day was warm and sunny and he had the time, so he set out for Enfield, ten miles north of London.
A ha’penny bought him a ride on a passing cart as far as Tottenham. From there, he walked the last four miles to Enfield. Meadows stretched on either side of the road, dotted with thickets of trees. Livestock grazed and birds sang overhead. Perry lifted his face to the sky. The air was fresh,
