Chapter 4All Hallow’s Eve dawned inauspiciously, grey and chill. Kit’s father had been pleasantly conversational the previous night as they sat in his study, his good-humour aided by the hospitality at what was, no doubt, a lavish dinner. Kit thankfully assumed that he had not noticed Edmund after all. His father, like any astute businessman of relatively new wealth, was careful to keep his associations at least equal in status.
At breakfast, a note was delivered to summon Kit to meet with his grand cronies that evening. He glanced at the note without much enthusiasm. He was about to mumble some excuse not to fall in with their plans when his papa caught his eye over the silver coffee pot.
“We cannot afford to dismiss such an invitation, my boy,” he said, a hint of steel in his voice mak
