They toured the shed for a good half hour. Henry did his best to feign surprise that their contact did not appear.
They retreated to their secluded bench to regroup, with Fanny lingering ten feet away. Caro was disappointed that their investigation had stalled. “At this point,” she said, “I think we should turn everything over to Bow Street.”
That was the last thing Henry could do, considering the likelihood that his father would be implicated by Snakeface and his friends. “I’ve got to try and find this contact first.”
Caro sighed. “My sister’s amulet is to go up for auction the Monday after next. If we wait another week to try to rendezvous with the liaison, that will give us very little time.” She looked up at him. “Could you call upon your godfather Lord Coddington? That way we could
