Chapter 21
That Benedict knew of Alexander’s connection with the Ponsonby family was in no doubt. He’d waxed lyrical on several occasions. Thinking back on those conversations now, Alexander blushed on realising that Clement had encouraged the direction of each exchange with chatty observations and remarks.
Clement’s surprise visit to watch him draw and paint down at the wharf just a few days ago had ulterior motives that he’d been too flattered to see. He’d been such a fool! Clement had flicked through one of his sketch books, seen a few of the sketches of the Queen Victoria statue. Alexander hadn’t needed much prompting to tell the traitorous son of a b***h all about it. He skited about how he’d coaxed the guard to let him in before opening, cajoled the fountain engineer to show him th
