CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Ferox pulled us back to the house, and Tully met us in the hall. The servant cast a knowing look at Ben before he patted his thigh and made a motion as though tossing something.
Ben frowned. “When?” Tully pointed at the clock to his right, and more specifically the noon hour. His master nodded. “Very good. We’ll see him right away.”
“See who?” I wondered as I followed Ben down the hall.
“Tim is here,” he explained as we neared the ajar door to his study. “And anything that takes Tim away from his most lucrative selling hour is bound to be of importance.”
Tim shot out of one of the high-backed chairs at our entrance, and he turned to us with a slightly unhealthy pallor on his face. He held his hands before him and his fingers fidgeted with his cap. “Sorry
