He had not gone home that night, but wandered the streets and slept cold under a Mairylebone hedge.

At first he had thought of flight, but the recollection of his household detained him.

He would not go under.

One pompous fool alone stood between him and safety--perhaps fortune.

Long before morning he had resolved that Godfrey should die.
He had expected a difficult task, but lo! it was unbelievably easy.
About ten o'clock that day he had found Sir Edmund in the Strand.