Chapter 36: RoddyTommy and I returned from Africa only partially because it was time. We’d been too long away from home.
Even if his former superior in London had offered him one more mission, Tommy would not have accepted it. Lady Genie’s most recent letter, which had reached us in Nairobi, left my lover exceedingly distressed. People and animals were being found slaughtered, much too close to Greenbriers and Fortescue Manor.
By the time our airship, Fromage Vert, landed in England, it was too late in the day to continue on to Kent. We broke our journey at his brother’s London townhouse.
Bertie Fortescue-Smythe and his wife, Dinah, had been about to go out for the evening. When they saw us on their doorstep, they ordered our rooms and a meal prepared and then sent ‘round their regrets,
