Chapter ONE - Weebly

would feel safer if we could keep this matter between
the two of us.”
“All right,” Berson said soberly. “Can I do anything
else?”
Ethan felt heat rising in his cheeks. “To be honest,
you can.” He gestured at his face. “The people who
gave me these bruises took every coin I had, including
the money you gave me. I managed to pay for my
lodgings before they got to me, but I have no coin for
food or anything else.”
Berson smiled and dug into his pocket for the
change purse Ethan had seen the other day. “Of course,
Mister Kaille. Will five pounds be enough?”
“Two would be enough, sir.”
“Well, I’ll give you five anyway.” The merchant
handed him the coins. “Considering all you’ve done on
our behalf and what you have endured to retrieve the
brooch, it’s the least I can do.”
Berson led him back to the entrance hall and pulled
open the door. He glanced behind him and said in a
booming voice, no doubt so the others would hear,
“Well, Mister Kaille, I’m grateful to you for finding my