“I must talk to Leon about security today,” said Sheldrake to Maud the next morning, as he rose from the breakfast table, placing his napkin neatly on his side plate. “I have a magical ward around my workshop but perhaps we need one around the whole perimeter. Anyone could walk in off the street.”
As if to demonstrate his point, the front doorbell rang. A few minutes later, Clive appeared. “A gentleman has asked to see you. I have put him in the front parlour, while I ascertain your availability. He would not give his name, which I found distinctly odd, but he said you would know him when you saw him.” Clive paused. “Do you, in fact, wish to see him?”
wishSheldrake frowned. “Extremely odd… but intriguing. Yes, I will see him, but I had better take precautions. Ask Leon to join us, would
