Soon she and Sinclair were seated in the tap room, enjoying a hearty beef stew and crusty bread. “Did you know the head groom is blind?” she said between mouthfuls.
Sinclair glanced up before taking a big bite, but said nothing.
“The cook has a wooden leg. And the innkeeper’s arm isn’t broken, it’s paralyzed.”
“Better eat up. We need to get going again.”
Quincy ate another spoonful. “All three of them served in Belgium. That’s where they got hurt. Didn’t you serve in Belgium, too?”
Sinclair grunted.
“The inn was a gift to them, but they don’t know who their benefactor is. He still sends a solicitor over once a month to help them with the business. They were each down to their last shilling, but now they can take care of their families again.” Quincy gazed around the room as another g
