Chapter 39: Paul VaughanPaul Vaughan was having a solitary meal in his sitting room when Victor Bailey, his assistant, brushed past the woman who did for Paul. Due to a marked lack of fighting ability, Bailey had been unable to join up for the Great War, instead spending the years seated behind a desk in London, and that was his life’s regret. So he studied the manuals and insisted on saluting at every opportunity.
“Major!” Bailey brought his heels together smartly, nearly unbalancing himself, and—of course—saluted. “I got important news I thought you’d want to hear, sir!”
Mrs Roberts, Paul’s housekeeper, frowned at the man. “It’s Bailey, sir,” she announced.
“Thank you, Mrs Roberts.” Paul sighed and waited for her to leave the room.
She sent another glare toward Bailey, then stalked o
