They had staked out their corner of the club as usual, men too rich for their own good dedicating themselves to an evening of redistributing their wealth amongst one another, but tonight there were only four men in evidence, including Colin. Martin had been a rare commodity since his marriage. Lord Grey, Colin’s waste of a brother-in-law, was playing the degenerate on the continent, far from his wife and child. Nor did Colin see any sign of Lord Kushner, nor the wheat-haired man he never did catch the name of and had been calling “dear chap” for three years out of sheer embarrassment. “No Kushner?” Colin asked as he settled into his seat beside Captain Harken, a powerfully built man with the distinctive swagger of a sailor. “Another victim of Cupid’s bow, I’m afraid,” Gibson said. He was a small, precise man, neither the wealthiest man at the table nor the best titled, being the son of a baron, but he had taken charge of their regular game all the way back at Eton, and held onto the dubious honor through a combination of morose looks and bared teeth.
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