About two in the afternoon
Here was another man with bitter thoughts -- perhaps with a deadly secret . For a moment the spy felt a certain kinship . Whatever the reason he let the morning go by . About two in the afternoon Godfrey left the fields and struck westward by a bridle-path that led through the Paddington Woods to the marshes north of Kensington . He walked slowly , but with an apparent purpose . Lovel stopped for a moment at the White House , a dirty little hedge tavern , to swallow a mouthful of ale , and tell a convincing lie to John Rawson , the innkeeper , in case it should come in handy some day . Then occurred a diversion .