Chapter ONE - Weebly

stock in this, thinking it the bitter imaginings of a
wronged man. As he approached the prison, though, he
saw no less a personage than Peter Darrow exiting the
building leading a slight young man in laborer’s clothes.
Ethan had no doubt that this was Mackintosh.
He approached them. Mackintosh took no notice of
him, but Darrow spotted him from a distance and
momentarily faltered, his expression difficult to read. He
appeared tired and he moved stiffly. His eyes were red,
his cheeks blotchy. Ethan wondered if he had been
drinking the night before.
“Mister Kaille,” the lawyer said. “I suppose I should
have expected this. Have you met Ebenezer
Mackintosh?”
Ethan stopped in front of the two men. “No, I
haven’t.”
“Ebenezer Mackintosh, this is Ethan Kaille. Mister
Kaille, Ebenezer Mackintosh.”
They shook hands and Ethan actually winced. The
shoemaker had a crushing grip, as well as a winning
smile. His face was angular and thin, his eyes small and
widely spaced, so that he vaguely resembled a fox. His