Chapter Eight
“Welcome to Powell’s, my lord. I’ll take care of your paperwork tomorrow. For now, however, may I give you a brief tour, or has Welles already done so?” Joshua asked, standing.
“No! He hasn’t.” Lord Keppel said as he and Lord Welles also rose.
“Well, then, allow me.” He indicated the two men precede him out the door. He gave them a quick tour of the dining room and the gaming room, then finished with the reading room where he ordered them a bottle of rum.
He was just looking about for two or three free chairs when he felt a slap on his back. “Wickford, I was hoping to see you here tonight.”
Mr. Sherman, the cloth manufacturer, came around to face Joshua. In any other club, Mr. Sherman would never had been admitted, but Joshua had a bit of a checkered background himself,
