Chapter Fifteen
“Mr. Fitzwalter,” Lord Wickford greeted Archer as he came into Powell’s.
“Good evening,” Archer said, taking the man’s outstretched hand.
“Lord Kineton isn’t with you this evening?” his lordship asked.
“No. I’m on my own,” he said.
The club owner smiled and nodded. “Here to see if you can’t find any interested parties for your endeavor?”
Archer returned his smile. “I was rather hoping to blow off some steam, or perhaps lose a few quid. And, I think, another glass of your excellent rum wouldn’t go amiss either.”
Lord Wickford laughed. “Excellent. That is something every club owner wants to hear. The gaming room is there,” he said, indicating the door across from the one Archer knew led to the reading room. “Good luck to you.” Lord Wickford gave him a nod and then went
