CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
We sat down at the table with a bowl of soup set before us and I found that Lord Torch had a dark cloud on his brow. The look didn’t go unnoticed by his wife who took a seat beside me. “What is it, Alex?” she asked him as she took her napkin off the table.
“Will related to me what transpired this morning,” Alex replied as he took up his knife and tapped the tip against his plate. “I recognized a name he mentioned.”
“Simon Baddock?” she guessed.
He nodded. “Then you remember him.”
“He is a hard gentleman to forget,” she admitted with a faint smile. “I recall his being very aged three years ago and there were murmurs at the party that he didn’t have long to live.”
“He was already well past his lifespan a half-century ago,” Alex growled.
I lifted an eyebrow. “H
