Chapter Twenty-Two
It wasn’t much more than a mile from Tyler Street to the lane behind High Holborn where Perry lived, twenty minutes’ brisk walking, but it took them over an hour to get there, partly because their route was rather circuitous, and partly because they stopped a lot. Perry had hoped to approach High Holborn from the north, but Oxford Street and Broad Street were too wide to leap across, even with Lady Violet’s assistance. They had to skirt around St. Giles’s Churchyard, which brought them uncomfortably close to the Seven Dials rookery. At street level, neither of them would have been safe in such a neighborhood, but on the rooftops they were. Which wasn’t to say that they didn’t have some alarming moments, just that those moments had nothing to do with footpads or bully bo
