Chapter 6They left the verdant glades of Vauxhall Gardens to cross the bustle of Westminster Bridge. As they reached Whitehall, it started to rain, falling in earnest when they approached Charing Cross. Other pedestrians were hurrying to escape a drenching, and no one noticed their clasped hands, or Will’s laughter as he ran to match his companion’s longer stride. Martin only felt a qualm of unease when they were on The Strand, approaching the old and shabby side street where he lived, knowing that Will was accustomed to the luxury of a Mayfair mansion.
But when they climbed the narrow stairs to Martin’s top-floor room, and he had lit the candles, there was nothing but interest in Will’s expression as he surveyed the chamber, large enough to be divided into a sitting area and bedroom. “Oh
