![]() “The sneaky beggar’s hit close to home this time, Harland. “Another jewel has been stolen?”Ĭonant’s jowls wobbled as he shook his head. He carefully folded the newspaper and placed it on the table next to him. Events must be concerning to have roused the elderly peer at the ungodly hour of nine o’clock. Alex twisted his head to glance at the clock on the mantelpiece. Mickey, the Tricorn’s mountainous doorman, had been given strict instructions to admit Sir Nathaniel whenever he so desired. Alex had banked on a good hour of uninterrupted reading before being bothered by anyone.Ĭlearly, it was not to be. And Seb himself, the third pillar of their unholy triumvirate, was doubtless still sleeping off last night’s boisterous trip to the Theatre Royal. Benedict, having recently married, had moved out last month “jumped ship,” as Seb had wryly phrased it. ![]() At this hour, the Tricorn Club’s salon was usually empty. ![]() “That devil-whoever he is-is a menace to society.”Īlex concealed a groan of impatience. ![]() Sir Nathaniel Conant, Chief Magistrate of Bow Street, dropped a sheaf of papers onto the table beside him and lowered himself into a vacant armchair with an irritated exhalation. “That blasted Nightjar has done it again!”Īlexander Harland, Earl of Melton, glanced up from his morning paper. ![]()
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