Chapter Twenty-Eight
Cobb Townhouse, 14 March 1871
After the guards took Patrick and Chadwick away, Henry made his way toward the ballroom, but a tall figure caught his eye.
“Paul Farrell, you are under arrest,” he said.
Farrell turned around, and to Henry’s irritation, he only grinned and shrugged.
“I happen to know you made a bargain with the neo-Pythagoreans. You have to let me go.”
“I don’t have to do any such thing.”
“Oh, really?” Farrell gestured behind Henry. “I wouldn’t say that to Lieutenant Crow if I were you. She’s armed, and we work for the same people.”
Henry turned to see the soldier wearing a reddish purple gown that set off her eyes and dark hair. It had flowers embroidered around the hem. The dainty decorations did nothing to diminish the deadliness of the weapon s
