“The one with the crutches,” said Daxton with a sniff, answering Bradley’s silent question. “Is that what this has come to? Feeling the back of my neck like I’m a common criminal?”
“It would be the easiest way to solve this—dispute,” said Bradley with a shrug, as if it didn’t matter to him one way or the other. As long as he got to keep his job, I supposed it probably didn’t.
“And what will you do if you find I am in fact this Christopher character, as they claim?” he said.
“Well—” Bradley looked at Creed helplessly, and Creed cleared his throat, casting a fleeting look at the armed guards.
“We have all agreed that, should you prove not to be a member of the Hart family, you will be relieved as Prime Minister and indicted for treason. Should you decide not to show us your neck, we must
