Oliver Hart tapped on the carriage wall, signaling the driver to stop. As the carriage came to a halt on the side of Chestnut, just past Third, he opened a small partition so he could communicate.
“Is everything all right, sir?” the driver asked.
“Yes, just sit here for a minute,” Hart requested. He leaned to look from the window.
“Is there anything you need?”
“No, not right now,” Hart said as he closed the partition.
Missy Malone gave him a confused look. “Oliver, what are you doing?”
“I want to see something.”
“See what?” she asked. “It’s almost dark. What are you looking at?”
“Ian Blaine is outside his cabinet shop.”
Missy leaned toward the window and looked out. “Is there a British law against standing on the pavement in front of your own establishment and talking to another r
