CHAPTER 9
‘Erin, how good to see you,’ Arthur Stronghold said as he peered at her through the bars. His hair was flecked with grey, yet even so, his age did nothing to lessen his authoritative manner. He scanned the others with an amused look on his face. ‘What interesting friends you appear to have made, too.’
He took a notebook from behind his back and, as he opened it, they glimpsed black and white photographs alongside pages of neatly typed notes. ‘I see we have dear Chester and his charming little brother, Samuel. I wondered where the two of you scurried off to so quickly. A terrible shame, particularly you, Chester; the horses always seemed much more content with you around. Perhaps they sensed you had a similar mindset to them, that herd mentality to want to follow along behind so
