NINE
The next day saw the plan put into action. I still knew nothing of the plan, but I assumed that at least it would have to start. It started, for me, with yet another knock at my door, early, but I had had time to pootle about the house getting ready for I did not know what, really. Not knowing what I was readying myself for, perhaps I was not ready for what was to come, but I had Mr Samuel’s watchword in mind – get up and get on – and so got up and went on, or made ready to do so.
Where had this urgency come from? I mean, my urgency, this sudden getting up and getting on, despite my aversion to it? Was it merely to placate Mr Samuels, to help him in his no doubt onerous duty? But whither his urgency? Surely, if he was being paid by the hour, or the day, it would be best to trip the
