Chapter Forty-Four
Sir Mortimer expressed regret at Perry’s decision to resign. “Are you quite certain? You did a fine job with the Abbishaw case. Bow Street might need your investigative talents again.”
“I’m quite certain, sir.”
Sir Mortimer didn’t press him further; he merely took the tipstaff and locked it away in a drawer.
“How much notice would you like, sir? Tolly seems to be doing a fine job.”
Sir Mortimer leaned back in his chair and looked him up and down. “In a hurry to be off, are you?”
Perry decided to be honest. “Yes, sir.”
Sir Mortimer grunted. “Very well.” He scrawled a note on a piece of paper. “Give that to Mr. Fergus. He’ll pay out your wages.”
“You’ll keep Tolly on in my place?”
“Don’t see why not. His handwriting’s better than yours.” It wasn’t a criticism; the
