Chapter 33
It took the better part of four hours to secure enough wagons to transport the earl’s new acquisitions and to get them loaded up. It was midafternoon when they made their way back to the Greville town house on Hanover Square.
His father had spent the entire time babbling delightedly about his new treasures, rhapsodizing over their most minute details, and telling Henry more details about the mummification process than he frankly cared to know.
After four hours of such chatter, he was only half attending when his father shifted the conversation. “It was well done of you, son. What you did back there.”
Henry blinked. “You mean the strategy I devised to keep you out of gaol?”
“That, too,” his father hastened to add. “I was more thinking of how you were able to recover my antiq
