Across town, that man was ensconced in the Greville family carriage with his father, who was peering out the window. His nose wrinkled as he took in the run-down neighborhood. “Where did you say we were going again, Henry?” the earl asked.
“Wapping,” Henry replied cheerfully.
“Wapping? What the devil is in Wapping?”
“The Execution Docks.”
His father pinched the bridge of his nose. “Don’t tell me that you dragged me from my bed at this ungodly hour in order to witness a hanging.”
“No, the hanging’s not today. That will be a few weeks hence. They have to hold the trial first. Ah, here we are.”
“Trial? What trial? What are you talking about?”
Henry alighted from the carriage and held the door for his father. “Your new business associate, Arnold Jenner. Or Snakeface, as he’s usually cal
