Chapter ONE - Weebly

This last he added for Derne’s benefit. In fact, angering
the man had served its purpose. He now knew Cyrus
Derne’s composure could be shaken. That knowledge
might eventually prove valuable.
They again lapsed into silence. A cart rumbled past,
hoofbeats echoing off the nearby buildings. Two cats
slunk across the lane ahead of them. A few faint stars
shone overhead.
“Have you more questions for me?” Derne asked at
length, a chill still in his voice. “I’ve had a long, difficult
day.”
“I’m sure you have, sir.” Ethan hesitated,
considering how best to word his next question. Finally,
he said, “How much do you know about the
circumstances of Miss Berson’s death?”
“Very little,” Derne answered. “I know that she was
murdered, that she was found near where these …
these agitators had been, that her grandmother’s brooch
was taken. Is there more that matters?”
“Have you … have you gone to view her at King’s
Chapel?”
The merchant shook his head. “Not yet. I haven’t