Chapter Nine: First ImpressionsTollie examined the back of the doublet. It never failed to amaze him exactly how shabby the clothes of the aristocracy were. Although it couldn't be argued that the garment was made of the finest Arabian cloth, it was also so thin in places that you could see clear through it, and there was a small worn hole under the left arm. The jacket was not in much better repair, tiny tears and shreds all over the tails, as though it had been ravaged by a pack of lap dogs. At least, he mused, he would look authentic. No one pretending to be the Duke of Montrone would wear anything quite that worn out.
Sylas looked down at the two trussed up bodies and smiled pitilessly. The unconscious bodies of the Duke and Duchess of Montrone lay flaccidly by the side of the road, r
