This was the third pub Brock had passed time in since leaving Sherbourne outside his club in the glorious drizzle on Bloomsbury Square. He'd had one or two pints in each one, too. Full Imperial pints. Glorious pints. The first pub he'd visited was the Headless Fool and the second was the Thanet Arms. He had wandered into them, sat quietly by himself, drank, and pondered his fortune and the events of his strange day.
