Chapter ONE - Weebly

cast our lot with that charlatan than you have!” He
waved a shaking finger in Ethan’s face. “And for you to
say so—”
“It’s all right, James,” Darrow said, reaching across
the table to lay a hand on Otis’s other arm. “They
blame Mackintosh for the Berson murder?” he asked
Ethan.
“Shouldn’t they? Mister Hutchinson believes that he
incited that mob to riot. And I wouldn’t be surprised if
he was right. With everything else Mackintosh and his
mob did that night, it’s not so great a leap of logic to
believe the rest. You know what kind of man
Mackintosh is.”
“Yes, we know,” Adams told him. “Better than
most, actually. Peter here won his release after the
Brown boy was killed on Pope’s Day last year. He also
defended Mackintosh at his trial.”
Darrow frowned. “Samuel—”
“You defended him?” Ethan could scarcely believe
it. “You know this man—you see the way he incites his
South End rabble—and still you choose to associate
yourself with him?”