16. Skulking in the shadows
I didn’t have to wait long for Sir Magnus to call for my services. It happened the very next morning while I was taking breakfast at home.
I was tucking into my second plate of bacon and eggs when a letter dropped on my doormat. It simply said: “It is time.” I knew exactly what it meant. I hurriedly finished my meal and made my way to the front door where I found a waiting hansom cab.
I felt a little flutter as I arrived at my destination. I had returned to Clayton’s house. The fare seemed to have been settled with the cabby in advance, so no sooner had I stepped out than I was knocking on the front door. When the door opened it was not a servant, or the old house-keeper standing in the doorway.
“Ah, we meet again, scribbler. I wondered when you would call
