Chapter Forty-One
Okehampton was a small market town on the edge of Dartmoor. The posting inn was unable to accommodate them, but the innkeeper directed them to another establishment, with dormer windows beneath a peaked roof, and ivy growing up its walls.
Reid pulled out his pocket watch, and gave a grimace.
“Go to the receiving office,” Letty told him. “I’ll see us settled in here.”
Reid glanced at her, but didn’t argue.
Letty watched him stride away, and then turned back to the landlord. “May I look over the rooms, please?”
The Sleeping Mallard was smaller and quieter than the posting inn, and enchantingly quaint. The largest bedchamber at the back had a pretty view over an orchard, some pastures, and a river. Adjoining it was a chamber clearly intended for a servant, small and pl
