Chapter ONE - Weebly

Missus Berson, and your younger daughter have my
deepest sympathies.”
“She was…” Berson stopped, then swallowed, his
eyes misting. “Thank you,” he said roughly. “At a time
like this, a stolen brooch may seem like a trifle, an
extravagance. But…” He shook his head, his lips
quivering.
“I think I understand,” Ethan said. “I’ll need a
description of the brooch.”
“Of course. Jennifer’s girl can help you with that.”
“I also have some questions for you, sir. If you can
spare me the time. And if I may speak with Missus
Berson—”
“I think not, Mister Kaille,” Berson said. “I’ll tell you
what I can. But my wife is troubled enough just now.
And with you looking the way you do … I don’t think it
would be good for her.”
“I understand, sir.”
Berson sat in one of two large cushioned chairs
before an empty hearth. He indicated with an open
hand that Ethan should take the other.
“Thank you, sir,” Ethan said, lowering himself