Chapter 12
Ishmael spoke no more. For the first time since Duncan had met him as an orphaned youth, his deep reservoir of strength seemed utterly drained. Duncan hailed a hackney at the gate and they rode in silence through the busy streets, the hubbub of the city providing a welcome distraction to their despair.
“He heard me,” Ishmael finally said as they pulled onto the Strand. “He saw me. I know he did. He saw me and turned his back. It was a mistake to come, Duncan. Conawago has already left us. That was but his ghost.”
“He saw us and didn’t see us,” Duncan countered. He too had been reliving the nightmarish scene in his mind. “We don’t know what that place does to a man’s brain. He’s fragile. Many of the inmates clearly have visions and illusions. It may become difficult to know wh
