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Of course the truth might come out eventually. The Prince might tell someone else. But the contract was to be signed tomorrow. If the secret could be kept until then, all would be well. After that, the Greenbournes and the Pilasters could quarrel until kingdom come: Papa would have his railroad.

Pall Mall was crowded with prostitutes strolling along the pavements, men going in and out of the clubs, lamplighters doing their work, and carriages and hansom cabs bowling along the road. Micky had trouble catching up. Panic bubbled up inside him. Then Solly turned up a side street, heading toward his house in Piccadilly.

Micky followed. The side street was less busy. Micky broke into a run. "Greenbourne!" he called. "Wait!"

Solly stopped and turned, breathing hard. He recognized Micky and turned away again.

Micky grabbed his arm. "I must talk to you!"

Solly was so breathless he could hardly speak. "Take your damned hands off me," he panted. He broke away from Micky and walked on.

Micky went after him and grabbed him again. Solly tried to pull his arm away but this time Micky held on. "Listen to me!"

"I told you to leave me alone!" Solly said fiercely.

"Just a minute, damn it!" Micky was getting angry now.

But Solly would not listen. He struggled furiously, jerked himself violently out of Micky's grasp, and turned away.

Two steps later he came to a cross-street and was forced to stop at the curb as a carriage went by fast. Micky took the opportunity to speak to him again. "Solly, calm down!" he said. "I only want to reason with you!"

"Go to the devil!" Solly shouted.

The road cleared. To stop his moving away again Micky grabbed Solly's lapels. Solly struggled to free himself but Micky held on. "Listen to me!" he yelled.

"Let me go!" Solly got one hand free and punched Micky on the nose.

The blow stung and Micky tasted blood. He lost his temper. "Damn you!" he cried. He let go of Solly's coat and punched him back, hitting him on the cheek.

Solly turned and stepped into the road. At that moment they both saw a carriage coming toward them, being driven very fast. Solly jumped back to avoid being hit.

Micky saw a chance.

If Solly were dead, Micky's troubles would be over.

There was no time to reckon the odds, no room for hesitation and forethought.

Micky gave Solly a mighty shove, pushing him into the road in front of the horses.

The coachman yelled and hauled on the reins. Solly stumbled, saw the horses almost on top of him, fell to the ground and screamed.