Rogues, Thieves and BusinessNobody knew of the fortune George had not Meg, or his family, mam, dad, brother Dick who had one son already and another bairn on the way – nobody knew, nobody at home in Whitby.He had not known about it himself, until he met his old shipmates from the cutter Charlotte. It was made up of unpaid wages, prize money and the reward for the capture of that highwayman. It was worth more than he could have earned in seven years as an able-bodied seaman in the Navy of King George the second, but it was with the goldsmiths, Campbell and Middleton on the Strand.He believed he could make a success of his life and restore his status amongst the villagers and towns people, if he could master the pain that persisted in his missing leg. He would marry his childhood sweetheart and be accepted by her father. Oh, they could live quite happily for several years on that much money, but he wanted more, much more, for his Meg.But first, he had to get his gold home safely, and it was in London. That far-away, teaming city was, as everyone knew, crammed with ruthless, cunning rogues and thieves ready to take advantage of a disabled country boy from up north. That much money would be a sore temptation to those who “would steal the salt off their grandmother’s burgoo”. If he were to fulfil his dreams, perhaps he must employ some guile of his own.