Giuseppe bowed. ‘Grazie for all the work you done today, Padrone. Grazie mille.’
GraziePadrone. Grazie milleI ignored him, heading for the stairs back up to the house where I donned my coat again before leaving to find a hackney. Noah. I would start with him. If I hoped to get across the river today the bridge would be out of the question, though I soon learnt from the helpful coachman that I could take a wherry from Wapping to Noah’s wharf. Had he discovered anything about Winks? There seemed little hope of finding him now with a fire raging in Southwark, but maybe there was something about him that might help us. Was Winks himself the murderer? And the question still remained, who had taken Sam’s sword from his chamber?
At Wapping, I had to wait a tediously long time amongst shrieking
