The LiaisonThe next day, after all my household duties were done, I went to my study. Since Tony would be away, I decided to do some of my social calls. That night, I would finally have the chance to see what Marja knew about the threat against Ma. So I wrote a letter:
Vig,
I need to meet a friend outside your bar. 7 tonight. — J
I sent that note with Pearson in a stack of my usual mail — answering letters, requesting information, and the like. I also asked him to get the carriage for me.
I detested social calls. Hours of sitting in one stifling parlor after another, repeating the same banalities with women who hated me. I had my flask with me, though, and after each call, I celebrated its end with a good stiff swig. When I approached Honor at the last call on the list, he said, "Spadr
