Gay go up and gay go down To ring the bells of London town . . . “You owe me ten shillings!” Say the bells of St. Helen’s. “When will you pay me?” Say the bells of Old Bailey. “When I shall grow rich?

Hoofs clattered in the distance. A small cavalcade trotted down a dusty road. A startled douanier, standing in the door of his office stared up into the square faces of grey-coated horsemen riding ...