Chapter Twenty-Four
Merry, you’re absolutely going to kill me,” Reath said, entering his friend’s dining room where he, Fungy, and Julian were sitting over a pot of coffee and some pastries.
Merry put down his cup. “What is it?”
“Don’t say you aren’t going to Vauxhall with us this evening?” Julian said.
“I’m not going with you to Vauxhall this evening,” Reath said, dropping down into the fourth chair at the table and pulling out a letter from his pocket. He gave Julian a look, wondering how the man knew exactly what he was going to say.
Julian gave him a shrug, a bit of a smile and then pushed the plate of pastries in his direction.
A footman placed a cup of coffee in front of him.
“I received a letter from my man of business who has been overseeing repairs at Wyncort. He claims di
