"A bet!" Saxonhurst repeated, settling into the chair facing the desk where Radford sat in the study of his London mansion. "We placed the bet you asked us too, of course," Saxonhurst continued. "Well, I and Brynmore's, bet on you to be precise. Just as you asked. And then, my gaze wandered over the other new wagers placed on White's books, and there above the one that Brynmore and I had just had the Majordomo's write, was another wager concerning you. Bold as you please." Radford watched Saxonhurst flipping several strands of his ridiculously long maple-brown colored hair back over his shoulder with the use of a small hook attached to where his right hand had once been. Really, Saxonhurst must have hurried with the news to tease and irritate him, because he never wore his waist-length hair loose like he was, Radford thought. "Well?" Radford raised his eyebrow over his black eye patch. "The way I see it, it is clearly a challenge. A challenge that was made directly toward you. Although, I do not know her.
