Chapter 14
Caro peered around the hood of the phaeton. It was remarkable how much the atmosphere deteriorated once they turned onto Gresse Street. There were no streetlamps here; the only source of light was their carriage lamps and one brightly lit house in the cul-de-sac ahead. Two women who were spilling out of their bodices stood by the front door, calling suggestively to a pair of gentlemen who approached and entered. Caro started, realizing it was a brothel. The other houses were sad and dilapidated, with crumbling bricks and boarded-up windows.
“Do you see him?” Henry whispered.
Caro squinted in the darkness, then squeezed Henry’s arm. “There,” she said, “by the house on the corner.”
Henry drew the horses to a halt. Ahead of them lay the dead end, but an alleyway wrapped around
