Chapter 41
1906, Southampton
When Basil told Leander to wear riding breeches for the next meeting, he expected to be riding horses, not a motorbike.
“Are you sure this thing is safe?” Leander asked, eyeing the motorbike. He had read about them, observed them from afar, but had never seen one up close.
“Of course. The sidecar keeps it stable.” Basil tinkered with the engine. Basil wore riding breeches and a leather jacket. Basil nodded at a matching leather jacket and goggles in the sidecar. “Put these on so we’ll look fashionable. I think the jacket should help protect you in case of a collision.”
“Collision?” He put the leather jacket on. It would have fit Basil perfectly. “It’s too big.”
The comment didn’t disturb Basil. “It doesn’t matter. You’ll only put it on to get onto the bik
