Chapter 26The same sun that brought light to the day in Stratford-on-Avon broke through the curtains that had held back the night in Joe's room, some eighty-three miles, or 134 kilometres distance from Capshaw's mansion. The room felt warmer than it had for the last few days, and Joe himself felt a cheerfulness that came from a good night's sleep. The previous evening's conversation and the brandy had helped, but somehow Joe knew the presence of Lucius Doberman had made a difference to his overall mood. He wasn't sure exactly how the learned professor was going to make a difference to their quest in solving the riddle posed by Capshaw and Graves; he just instinctively knew that he would.
Therein, however, lay Joe's next problem. His plan for the day was relatively simple: breakfast, check
