Vincent pulled up outside St Luke’s church and tied off his horse.
There were dark clouds scudding across the leaden sky and he suspected that it would rain before too long. It occurred to him that he might have been better served if he had come by carriage, but it was too late now.
As inconvenient as it would be to be drenched on the way back to the hall, his business with the priest could not wait, and he wanted answers now.
He removed his hat and placed it under his arm as he strode up to the rectory door, slamming the knocker down against the wood three times.
After a moment, he could hear the sound of footsteps approaching from behind the door, and a moment later Father James opened it and beckoned him to enter.
He priest closed the door behind his visitor and shot home the metal
