’S filed before him, tallwhitehatted, past Tangier lane, plodding towards their goal.

He turned suddenly from a chip of strawberries, drew a gold watch from his fob and held it at its chain’s length.

Can you send them by tram? Now?

A darkbacked figure under Merchants’ arch scanned books on the hawker’s cart.

Certainly, sir. Is it in the city?

O, yes, Blazes Boylan said. Ten minutes.

The blond girl handed him a docket and pencil.

Will you write the address, sir?

Blazes Boylan at the counter wrote and pushed the docket to her.