Chapter ONE - Weebly

purposes by dark means.”
Hutchinson grimaced, as if Ethan’s words had
wounded him. “Of all that you’ve told me, I find that
most difficult to believe.”
“I think I understand, sir. But I give you my word, it
is the truth.”
“Yes,” the man said, a haunted look in his dark
eyes. “Yes, all right. Thank you, Mister Kaille. My
driver will see you back to Boston, and will drop you
anywhere you wish.”
Ethan bowed again, and left.
* * *
The ride back to Boston passed more quickly than had
the journey to Milton. Before long, he could smell the
sour mud of the Roxbury tidal flats and see the
causeway that led toward the town gate and the Boston
Neck.
As the carriage entered Boston and drove up the
Neck toward the church spires and brick buildings of
the South End and Cornhill, Ethan considered where to
have the driver take him. Pell would want to hear about