CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
Hamilton pulled on the reins, his horse slowing to a clop in the dark of Hyde Park, just beyond the cusp of lamplight from Carriage Drive. Polidori sat behind him, a hand holding secure about the officer’s waist.
“You’re quiet, John,” Hamilton said over his shoulder.
“I cannot help but feel responsible.”
The mount came to a standstill on the gravel, the silence of the park surrounding them.
“I understand. Neither the Bow Street Runners nor the magistrates who oversee us have any knowledge of such an occurrence in the history of our force. And the similarities to your novella have been noted.” He nudged the horse with his knees and guided him into the park. “I spent the hour with the captain of the guard while you were occupied. They have found no evidence of the inte
