Chapter Sixteen
“I am so sorry, Joshua!” Jamie said with true feeling.
“Not nearly as sorry as I am.” He looked at the scattering of men around the room. It was merely three in the afternoon, but as soon as word got out that he would soon have no more rum, he imagined it would be like this even in the evenings as well. “Gentlemen, I must ask that you keep this information to yourself until I make it public. The moment I do, I’m certain my members will decamp for better offerings elsewhere.”
“What? No! How could you even think such a thing?” Warwick argued.
Joshua just gave him a sad smile. “It is not at all unreasonable, Your Grace. I lured the gentlemen here with promises of the finest rum in London, but I will no longer have that.”
“Of course we’ll keep silent…” Warwick began.
“Whe
