Damn it, if he had to thwart Marstoke entirely on his own, then he would.Or perhaps not entirely on his own after all, it appeared. Aldmere arrived home to find a forlorn figure awaiting him. Joe Watts, exhausted and full of righteous ire, had quite a story to tell. Aldmere listened carefully. When the boy had finished, he sat silent for several minutes. “Flemming!” he called eventually. To his harried secretary and an increasingly excited Joe Watts, he outlined his plan. “Go now,” he ordered. “And take a couple of men as reinforcements, as well. Watch the place closely, and if it looks as if Mr. Watts’ suspicions are correct, then be sure you make the switch in time.” He put a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “You’ve done exceedingly well—but the real danger may lie ahead. I hate to send you into this without me, but we’re left with no choice.”“You can count on me, your Grace,” Joe said fiercely.“I already have,” Aldmere returned with all solemnity. “This is an incredibly important task, gentlemen. I know of no one I’d rather entrust it too.”“We’ll be careful, sir,”
