4 A Plague Of Angels: A Sir Robert Carey Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
London was no different from anywhere else they had passed on the interminable way south. As their horses toiled up the long hill from Golders Farm, Dodd could just glimpse a robber’s corpse dangling from a big elm tree, up on the brow. Of course Sir Robert Carey had told him how close they were to London when they turned off the Great North Road and passed through the village of Hendon, but they had been delayed by Carey’s horse throwing a shoe. The afternoon crowds of people were gone now so that the dusty rutted road was quite empty. It could have been anywhere.A bit of knowledge gleaned from Carey’s manservant floated to the front of his mind.‘Ay,’ he said with interest, and turned in the saddle to speak to Barnabus himself who trailed lumpenly along behind them on a sulky looking horse. ‘Would that be Tyburn Tree up ahead there?’Barnabus was frowning with concentration as he tried to get his mount to move faster up the hill.‘Nah, mate,’ he puffed, kicking viciously at the horse’s flanks.
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