As he stood contemplating his next move, wondering if he should throw rocks at the window or beat the door down, he heard the sound of a carriage drawing to a stop behind him, and turning his attention back to the street, he watched as a tall gentleman in a black suit and top hat exited the carriage, his driver holding the door open as he stepped out.
Though they had never met, he knew at once who the gentleman must be, and rushed over to introduce himself before he could make it inside where the beast at the door could shelter him from unwanted guests.
“Mr. Edwards?” Spencer called, meeting him just outside of the gate. “Might I have a word, sir?”
Isaac, who had spent a long day at the bank, glanced at the would-be intruder with an air of annoyance, and then, upon closer reflection, hi
