LEITH, NOVEMBER 1867
Edinburgh"s port of Leith was busy, with wagons and pedestrians jamming the road from the warehouses to the docks. Jack stepped aside from the early-morning omnibus that carried workers from Edinburgh and searched for the Shamrock, the public house named by Riordan. Moving into a dark corner, Jack opened the heavy pocketbook that Riley had given him. A host of gold sovereigns clinked among silver and copper coins, with a small folded piece of paper.
Thinking it was a note from Riley, Jack unfolded the paper, then shook his head and smiled as he saw what the paper was. It was a bill from a tailor in Edinburgh to Colonel Snodgrass. Riley had stolen the colonel"s pocketbook and handed it to Jack.
Well done, Riley, Jack thought. You send me to jail, Colonel, and I"ll pi
