“The British should not expect the church do their bidding,” Abigail complained as they left Fox and Demayne and walked back to the rectory.
“I think it best that we comply with Duncan’s request,” Solomon countered. “At least in regard to Blaine.”
“We don’t even know the man,” she said. “We’re now supposed to help the British expose him as a spy—whether he’s guilty or not?”
Solomon was quiet for a moment. “We may have no choice,” he said softly.
Abigail realized she was in a delicate situation. She had to warn Ian about Duncan’s plot without arousing Solomon’s suspicions—if she hadn’t already.
“You’re quiet,” Solomon said. “You don’t agree?”
“I don’t think Duncan should force you to hire Blaine, simply to ensnare him in some insidious trap.”
“You make it sound far worse than it is,”
