‘Master Chapman, I presume. Please allow me to introduce myself. William Lackpenny, at your service.’ Close to, he was a little older than I had thought him – somewhere around twenty-five would have been my guess, but I don’t believe I ever did learn his correct age. He was good-looking in a foxy kind of way, although his reddish hair and lean features might well have contributed to that impression. The eyes, now regarding me so limpidly, were hazel. Taken completely aback, a dozen thoughts rioting through my head, I realized that I must be looking far more surprised – shocked, even – than the situation warranted. Hastily sketching a smile, I asked, ‘How–how do you know my name?’ ‘I’m staying here myself. I saw you and your wife and servants come in last night and asked the landlord who you were. The fact is, I’m hoping you’ll grant me a favour.’ I heard the door behind me open and close again. The next second, Eloise was standing by my side, looking enquiringly, and with considerable interest, at our new acquaintance.
