Chapter Twenty Three
“There!” Beau pointed to the house nestled at the base of the slope. The only light they could see was a faint glow from the hearth fires that must be burning within. They had rented a coach for Mallery, but Beau had insisted on a separate horse for himself. He dug his booted heels into the horse’s flanks, spurring it forward into a gallop, shooting rapidly away from Thaddeus and Mallery.
It was just past three o’clock in the morning when Dr. Addams began pounding on the door, “Open up, Strathmore!” Like Driss before him, he was met by the careworn face of Marie. “Where is he?” Beau didn’t wait for an answer. He pushed past the old woman, “Where is that British bastard?”
Claude stumbled in from the neighboring room, “Monsieur! Qu’est-ce que c’est?”
“Benjamin Strath
