Chapter ONE - Weebly

least for the moment. Already his brethren are agitating
for his release, as if he had been arrested merely for
being drunk. They revere him so. What is it the rabble
call him? The Commander of the South End, or some
such nonsense? And Captain Mackintosh. As if such a
man could be captain of anything.”
“Yes, sir.”
Hutchinson regarded him briefly, suspicion in his
gaze. “Do you know Mackintosh, Mister Kaille?”
“Only by reputation.”
“And what reputation would that be?”
“Merely that he has a following among those who
march on Pope’s Day, and that whatever his faults, he’s
respected by the men in the street.”
“I see.” Hutchinson considered Ethan for several
seconds. “Perhaps I should have asked this earlier. Are
you one of these so-called Sons of Liberty?”
“I’m a son of the British Empire, Your Honor. I
sailed in the Mediterranean under Admiral Matthews
and would have fought the French in Canada if I’d had
the opportunity.”
Hutchinson looked impressed. “You sailed with