So far, he had scoured the entire town from east to west, and north to south, but there was no sign of her. Nobody in the busy coaching yard had seen anyone who matched Tilly’s description. One of the stable lads had thought he had seen someone who looked vaguely like her, but hadn’t been sure, and had no idea which way she had gone. The coaching inn was the last place he could think of to search, except for the poor house, and he hoped to God she hadn’t gone there. “What do you mean you threw her out?” Harry growled when he asked the bar keeper if he had seen her. “Sat over there nursing a beer for the better part of two hours,” the bar keeper snorted in disgust as he nodded to the far corner of the room. “Get her kind in here a lot, we do. They arrive on the bloody post chaises, and don’t have anywhere to go, and then think they can move in here instead of paying for a room. So, I threw her out.” He didn’t stick around for Harry to ask him anything else, and hurried to the other end of the bar to throw more ale at the customers.
