Chapter Nine
Green was indeed in the stables behind the Red Lion, shoveling manure. Icarus blinked, scarcely able to recognize him. “Mr. Green?”
Green straightened wearily. “Sir?” He was a slight young man, unshaven and grimy, wearing a filthy shirt and even filthier breeches. The fragrance of horse dung wafted from him.
“My name is Reid. You may remember me from Portugal.”
Green looked at him more closely. “Major Reid.”
“You’re a hard man to find. We’ve been looking for you for several days.”
“Looking for me?” Green said blankly. “Why?”
“Cast your mind back to the day before the engagement at Vimeiro,” Icarus said, watching the man’s face intently. Was this his traitor? Somehow, he didn’t think so. “Do you remember Dunlop mentioning me at all?”
“He mentioned you most days, sir. Je
