Chapter Ten
Warden Henry Archer called to order the meeting of the Worshipful Company of Clockmakers just as Charles slipped into the back of the room. He hadn’t expected traffic to be as bad as it was at this time on a Wednesday evening.
“Order! Order!” the warden called.
Slowly, the room quieted and Charles found a seat next to a rather rotund older gentleman, who he vaguely remembered being introduced to some time ago. He nodded to the man who nodded back genially, giving Charles a near toothless smile.
“May we have a reading of the minutes of our last meeting, Mr. Shelton?” the warden asked the gentleman standing just behind him.
A slender man came up to the lectern and read through the minutes of the last meeting at record speed.
“Thank you, all in favor of approving the minutes
