Further on there were market gardens and fishermen’s cottages, and the tide was no longer helping them. ‘How far?’ asked Harry, breaking the silence. ‘Ask no questions and yer’ll soon find out,’ O’Keefe told him. Harry lapsed into silence, wondering if they meant to kill him and take the bag of coins. They could throw his body in the river and it might not surface for days, even weeks, and then it would be one of hundreds of unidentified and unidentifiable corpses pulled from the mud of the Thames every day. No one would know what had happened to him and Rosamund would be relieved of the encumbrance of a husband who could not bring himself to make love to her. She would be a very rich widow. And a beautiful one. Every unmarried man in the kingdom would court her. And that idiot Frances would inherit the estate. He shook himself. He was not dead yet and he did not intend to let it happen. He began to think of ways of protecting himself. He was still thinking of and discarding ideas when they rounded the great bend in the river and were approaching the village of Chiswick.
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