'Men are never happy without their breeches,' Macfarlane said. 'I hope you are not offended by what you saw.'
'Not in the least,' I said. 'But we should have asked young Johnny where his colleagues were,' I was belatedly sensible.
Macfarlane shrugged. 'Maybe I should go back.'
'No, we'll keep moving,' I decided.
'What do you intend to do with them?' Mungo asked. 'Tie them up and leave them?'
'I intend teaching them to leave us alone.' I decided that as I spoke. I was determined not to be a victim again. Thrusting Joe Manton inside my shirt, I rubbed my hand across the butt. It felt warm and smooth and reassuring.
I had a small glow of triumph as I moved around the Hall. I knew my enemy and how many there were, and I wanted revenge. Oh, I knew that is probably a sin, but I was not dea
