Chapter 13William Sefton unbuttoned his coat to reveal an immaculate tweed waistcoat adorned with a fob watch, a white shirt, which he invariably wore and at his throat a deep purple silk cravat. Victoria dared to consider his eyes reminiscent of those of a lynx, grey, then a peculiar green, then transforming to black. There was something very old fashioned about him, or was it other worldly? She couldn’t decide. He reminded her very much of a suave Victorian gentleman. She noted too, that the man she only knew as James Salter leaned very heavily on an ebony cane as he paused to regard her rather over critically.
“Dr Krieger?” His tone was very soft, well educated.
“Yes I’m Dr Krieger. Do take a seat, Mr Salter.” Victoria gestured to the chair facing her desk. He sat down, and leaned for
