Chapter 3
After saying goodbye to the Professor Spencer, I returned to London on the seven o'clock train. Just before leaving, she had informed me that James used to belong to a private club and, although she hadn’t been explicit, it sounded like the Great Masonic Lodge in central London. I had a week before Professor McKingley would return from his conference in Germany and I needed to uncover more information.
The next day I crossed over the Thames and into south London to meet with one of my less-than-reputable street contacts: a dim-witted petty thief who kept me and other journalists informed of any criminal gang news. Unfortunately, journalists have contacts that they would never admit to knowing in any other sphere of life. He was an individual of no more than eighteen called Kenn
