Chapter ONE - Weebly

you, but later, when I told Abner, he knew who you
were.”
“Who else have you told?” Ethan asked.
“Told what?”
“That I’m a conjurer?”
“No one,” Derne said. “Not even my father.”
“Good,” Ethan said. “I asked you other questions
that night, about when you had last seen Jennifer, about
whether you had been abroad in the city the evening she
died, about other suitors she might have had. How
many other lies did you tell me?”
“You have no right to speak to me this way!” the
merchant said, contempt in his voice.
Ethan knew that he should have kept his temper in
check. But after all he had endured the past few days,
hearing this man complain about being spoken to rudely
pushed him over the edge. He grabbed Derne by the
collar and yanked him forward, nearly pulling him off his
feet. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the two
workers start in their direction.
“Call them off,” he said, his voice low. “Now!”
“It’s all right,” Derne called to the men, a sickly