Jack absently skimmed his finger along the surface of his desk, tracing a swirl through the sand he had used to blot his notes. Another case was solved and done with, another gentleman too drunk on his own power and consequence to remember to pay servants and tradesmen, too dissipated to bother being faithful to […]
The Highlands, Scotland 1814 It began with a fire, and then a flood. A more superstitious man might have thought these were ill tidings, but Robert Townsend had never been very superstitious. These mishaps had concrete, observable causes—lightning, in the first case. A storm darkened the sky to the west, brought with it gusts of […]
HE for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise it — was in the act of slicing at the head of a Moor which swung from the rafters. It was the colour of an old football, and more or less the shape of one, […]
