Chapter elevenThankfully the rain had stopped. Occasionally a few palely pink shafts of radiance from the Maiden with the Many Smiles shone down, so that meant the clouds were slowly clearing. This was going to be a capital night for undercover work and a trifle of skullduggery.
A scene of busy activity developed as the patrons turned out. Shouts of: “Loxo! Loxo!” went up and the link men hurried to bring their lanterns on poles to light the way of the revelers. As the rain had ceased some link fellows brought torches. The lights reflected in long streaks across the wet pavements. Riding animals were brought round from the stables at the rear of the premises. Some two-wheeled carriages were being used; these bloods wouldn’t dream of riding in a four-wheeler. Among all this I looked for my
