The chapel fell silent.
Rain drummed softly against the broken stained-glass windows.
The tall man continued to clap, a faint smile on his face.
"William Ashford was every bit as clever as I remembered."
His eyes settled on Evelyn.
"And you..."
"...are exactly like your grandfather."
Anthony stepped in front of Evelyn.
"Who are you?"
The man's smile widened.
"My name won't mean much to you."
He removed a black leather glove and extended his hand.
"But William once called me a friend."
Benjamin's face drained of color.
"No..."
"It can't be."
The stranger turned toward him.
"Hello, Benjamin."
"It's been a long time."
Benjamin whispered the name as though it were a ghost.
"Richard... Holloway."
Evelyn looked between them.
"You know him?"
Benjamin nodded slowly.
"He was
