The innkeeper’s gaze fastened on the stumps of Edward’s missing fingers.
“The address, as you see, is in London.”
The innkeeper stopped staring at Edward’s hand. He peered at the address. “Lunnon?” He shook his head. “Only two letters to Lunnon yesterday. That weren’t one of ’em.”
“Are you certain?”
“I allus write in the corner, see?” The innkeeper pointed at the letters Edward had returned.
Edward frowned and reexamined Chérie’s letter. The man was correct; there was nothing to show whether the postage had been paid or not. How did I miss that? “Do you perhaps recognize the handwriting?”
The innkeeper shook his head. “All smeared like that? Could be anyone’s.”
Edward uttered a silent curse. This wasn’t going to be as easy as he’d hoped. “Do you think it could have been inside one o
