Chapter ONE - Weebly

me for asking.”
“It’s all right,” Ethan said, remembering at last
something that should have come to him long ago. “You
know, before Sephira Pryce’s men invited me into their
carriage, I was on my way to King’s Chapel to ask you
a question, Mister Pell. But perhaps I would be best
served asking both of you. The day Ann and John
Richardson were hanged, were there any other
unexplained deaths in the city?”
Both men considered the question for a few
moments.
At last, Pell shook his head. “Not so far as I know.”
“I don’t recall hearing of any, either,” the doctor
said. “Why do you ask?”
“Something I heard,” Ethan said. Another thought
came to him; a recollection of his conversation with
Holin the previous day.
“Did either of you see the Richardsons’ corpses
after their hanging?”
“No,” Pell said. “I believe they were cut down and
thrown in a shallow grave.”
“And good riddance to them,” the doctor added.