The Quandry“Give him a chair,” Vienna said. Beloty went to fetch another; Morton sagged into his.
I said, “I see you’ve again lost your hat.”
Morton let out a bitter laugh, then winced. “It was a trap. And my friend is dead.” Then he turned to Cesare. “Sorry to barge in like this. I had nowhere else to turn.”
“Think nothing of it,” Cesare said.
The butler came in, followed by a maid with a tray-table and another with a washbasin and cloth. These she set before Morton.
I peered at Lance Clubb, who’d gone pale, eyes wide. “Are you two acquainted?”
Lance hesitated. “I don’t believe we’ve been introduced.”
Morton’s face turned amused. “Master Blaze Rainbow, sir, at your service.”
If Lance felt squeamish about a little blood, he had much to learn. “Master Rainbow and I are currently bus
