CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
We stepped out of the carriage and Bessy looked up at the driver. “Stay here until we return.” The man nodded without giving us so much as a glance.
Bessy led me up the stone path and we slipped through the door. A narrow corridor stretched out in front of us with office offshoots on either side. The floor was made of a plain wood, the walls were a bland white, and there wasn’t a hint of decoration. The bell over the door that announced our arrival with a sad little jingle of a thoroughly beaten clapper.
Hospitality Office? The whole place gave off quite the opposite vibe. Nobody even peeked their head out of their office.
However, Bessy was undeterred. She marched up the corridor and turned at the first left where a small room held a long desk against the
