Resuming his seat, Stephen paused as he considered the idea forming in his mind. “I will have to lay all this before the police. Could you, Ben, show them how you gain entry? I suspect they will need to set a trap.”
“I could if’n I must, Reverend.” Ben frowned. From his earliest childhood before he landed in the workhouse, he was used to dodging the police, not helping them. This would be a new experience for him.
“Good. Then I will talk to the police and seek advice.” Standing, Stephen added, “And thank you. Now I have another avenue of enquiry to look into. Jem, do you perhaps know how many boys apprenticed in recent years have supposedly died soon after being removed to their apprenticeships? I know that you and Will are two, but how many more have there been—and why would they resor
