On time, he presented himself at the Earl’s door the next day, just in time to see someone leaving. As the man passed, furtively stuffing a bag into his pocket, Harry caught sight of a tell-tale scar on the side of his face, half hidden by a scarf and a hat tilted at a jaunty angle, partially concealing his features.
In that split-second encounter, Harry stored a mental image of the stranger, and as soon as the other had passed he bent down out of curiosity to investigate a few white grains that had escaped from the stranger’s bag and lay scattered on the floor. A quick sniff told him all he wanted to know. Snow! Someone was into drugs.
His training enabled him to identify it instantly. Many the time he’d pulled in a d**g runner only to be vilified by the indignant parents, who when conf
