Chapter ONE - Weebly

“A member of the congregation?”
Pell shook his head. “Someone I met when I first
came to Boston. I’d come from western Connecticut,
and had been taken with a fever. Doctor Church got me
well.”
They stopped at a modest house with a gabled roof
and a welcoming glow of candles shining from within.
Pell knocked once, and after a short wait the door
opened, revealing a tall man with stooped shoulders and
long, powdered hair. His eyes were deep-set, his nose
strong, his chin somewhat weak.
“Mister Pell,” the man said, sounding genuinely
surprised and pleased to see the minister.
“Good evening, Doctor Church,” Pell said. “Forgive
us for imposing on your time so late in the evening. I
bring you a patient; a friend of mine who is in need of
your skills.”
The doctor looked at Ethan, his eyes lingering briefly
on the bruise on Ethan’s temple and the bloodstains on
his coat.
“Of course,” the man said. He stepped aside and
waved them into the house.