Chapter 10
RICHARD COLDFOOT came to a stand in Kensington High Street and looked at his watch.... Six o'clock. The little public-house in Abingdon Road, "The Three Tuns" or "The Three Bells"—he could never remember which—would be open now, and there was time for a drink—and need for it too—before he went about the business of the day.
Margaret would be far from pleased to see him. She believed him to be at least two thousand miles away, and his reappearance would not be the glad surprise it should have been. She had given him that last fifty pounds to buy himself a passage to Canada. She had even offered him two hundred a year to stay there. What on earth did she suppose he could do in Canada? Besides, he had already spent the fifty pounds, or the greater part of it.
He pushed his way i
