28. The man with the scar
It was dark before we arrived at Sir Magnus’s house. The journey from Greenwich had been one fraught with nerves. We both saw danger around every corner, and by the time we reached London we were desperate to discover some answer and end the mystery once and for all.
I tried desperately to convince Louisa to let me investigate alone, but she ignored my requests. She convinced me her knowledge of the house was reason enough for me to take her along. And so the pair of us set off into the night in the search of our destiny and a funny man with a scar. What would fate bring us? We pondered as we slipped through the dark streets, collars pulled up around our faces and hats pulled down low in a bid to hide our identity.
Louisa led me to the front of the house and d
