14. Incredibly dangerous
“I say Harker, it seems you’re having quite an adventure,” said Archie Dearlove, tucking into his third plate of buttered muffins, in my rooms in Soho. “Pass the tea would you, old boy.”
I had cabled Archie at his club as soon as I had been unceremoniously thrown out of Clayton’s house, asking him to pay me a visit. He had come straight away.
“Now then, let us get down to business,” said Archie, pausing to take a sip of tea. “Clayton, you say. Yes I’ve heard of the fellow. New money, they say, with a hundred thou’ at least tied up in shares and property. God knows how the blighter came by it. His father was a common fellow, who didn‘t have two pennies to rub together. Somehow Clayton emerged from his droll upbringing with more than a few pretty pennies to his n
