CHAPTER II

Ten o’clock of the following morning saw Linthwaite leisurely eating his breakfast in the coffee-room of a quiet hotel in the neighbourhood of the Strand. He had carefully picked it out the night before, first reckoning up what it would probably cost him to stay in it for six days. He was not going to spend all that £20, not he; some of it he would carry home to Norcaster with him. So long as he was comfortably lodged and fed, so long as he saw the sights—— He thought of his bank note as he drank his last drop of c…