Two secure carriages were parked on the thoroughfare in front of the Great Gate to the Great Court. Joe Murray had hired one of them to carry the Professor home to Newstead, where his calm demeanor and steadfast resolve would make him a fine companion for my mother during the difficult months tha...
He’d turned on his computer after the funeral, and by dinnertime he had uncovered information that would have required a proper detective to burn a lot of shoe leather and cigarettes, waste a lot of time in the records room and the newspaper morgue, and probably bust a few heads as well. I turned...