Chapter 5Absorbed in hateful meditations upon the ruthlessness and legal immunity of my enemies, and the extreme selfishness of my supposed ally, I thoroughly suppressed the distaste I would otherwise have felt in donning the cloak of the deceased delator. I doubted it had much value as a disguise: it was too much to hope that if I were to encounter any of his comrades, they would make no attempt to intercept me or to question my movements. Not to mention that it would stand me in extremely poor stead were I to ride into the path of Citizen Lanyon’s men, or any similar mobs that might presently be scouring the district in the hope of avenging the Medlar family. On the other hand, to avert any mob justice I would only need to reveal myself. At the very least the cloak guarded my identity, a
