Coffen had spotted them. Upon learning that a search of any abandoned buildings had already been made, he returned to Appleby with them. Soames was a pleasant young man, with “gentleman farmer” written all over him. Fresh air, plenty of riding, and good country mutton had given him a ruddy complexion and a fine physique. He was considered a dashing buck in East Grinstead, but beside his London friends, the edge of rusticity was apparent. His jacket, while of good blue worsted, bulged where it should sit flat. The dotted Belcher kerchief he wore in lieu of a cravat suggested a streak of dandyism. His top boots lacked the smooth finish of Hoby’s, the cobbler favored by the ton. His chestnut hair, cut by a local barber, showed the rough edges of country barbering. He spoke in a voice just a little too loud for ears accustomed to polite saloons. It was his eyes, however, that betrayed a certain lack of innocence. They were light green, almost yellow. “I am so glad you have all come to help us,”
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