Chapter ONE - Weebly

The merchant rubbed a hand over his face once
more. “I don’t know. I’ve been asking myself the same
thing.”
“And who found her?”
“A young man walking home from the wharves,”
Berson said. “A customs clerk, I believe. I never
learned his name or those of the men of the watch for
that matter.”
There was a knock at the door and at Berson’s
reply the African servant who had greeted Ethan at the
entrance stepped into the room.
“What is it, Nathaniel?”
“Forgive me, sir,” he said, addressing Berson. “But
Missus Berson is asking after you.”
“Of course,” Berson said, standing. “Tell her I’ll be
along shortly.”
The man withdrew, leaving Ethan and Berson alone
once more. Ethan stood, but remained by his chair,
though he could tell Berson wanted him to go.
“I have just a few more questions, sir, and then I’ll
be on my way.”
“Yes, all right.”