Kelly was expecting them the following afternoon. Lew had paid one of the small, grubby boys that inhabited his street to take a message up to Camden and wait for a reply. He’d picked up Archie on the way on the pillion, much to his disgust. He’d wanted to drive. “Why don’t you get a ‘cycle of your own, if you’re that keen?” Lew asked him, as he put his gloves back on.
“Never have enough blunt. Might be getting a steady job if I play me cards right though. I can think about it then.”
Kelly was waiting for them in the same room. “Afternoon, boys. Sit yourselves down.” His daughter fussed about with tea. “That’s enough, Vick! We’re only taking an hour or two. I promise I won’t overdo it!”
“I know you won’t, Dad, but I still worry.” She glared at them. “And you won’t tire him, will you?” I
