Dearne strode down the corridor feeling only vaguely guilty at leaving Will and Araminta behind. He ran his hand through his hair and ignored the thumping pain in his temples and the appalling weakness which seemed to pervade his entire body. Will Marsden, or Allardyce, or whatever the hell he was called, had a serious right hook. He wondered if he had studied the science in London before he retreated to the countryside. He somehow doubted it. Probably all those years of having to fend for himself. There were so many things in his head, so many unanswered questions, it was making him agitated. First things first, he needed to know if his brother was behind the sale of his property and the attempt on his life. The only way to do that was to ask him outright. His heart was racing uncomfortab
