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As I stepped out of the train at Brighton I felt like a man who had been reprieved from death. The doors of the condemned cell had been opened for me and the shadow of the scaffold was no longer near. Looking back now, I realise how extraordinary it was that I should have imagined the few short miles between Eastbourne and Brighton constituted an effective barrier between me and all the threatened dangers.
Anyhow, I did imagine it, and for the time being, the events of the previous night had been put well into the background of my mind. I had a week or more holiday before me, I had plenty of money to spend, and I was going to make a fortune by backing Ashanti Gold. To-day was going to be the start of a new life.