(A Charm Of Magpies 1)The Magpie Lord - Plot & Excerpts
Its roses were bursting into bloom early thanks to the sultry, unseasonable April heat, about which it had been all too easy to forget inside Piper’s clammy walls. It was twilight now. The waning moon was up, the stars were coming out, and Day and Crane strolled through the shadowy grounds towards the long stone walkway, inhaling the night perfumes of flowers and greenery and clean air, laughing. The evening had been awkward at first. They had eaten in the huge dining room, at the massive oak table, surrounded by portraits of Vaudreys gone, and Day—small, shabby, poor—had looked utterly out of place, and obviously felt it, among the faded ancestral magnificence, as had doubtless been Graham’s intention. Crane, cursing himself for not ordering the meal somewhere less formal, had set himself to put the man at his ease, since God knew this was uncomfortable enough already, and a chance remark about gambling sharps had led to Day’s admission that he had a certain knack with cards.
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