Adolphus Bastion’s people would have begun with interrogation, by preference the sort that utilized the roughest of ready means. Robert Locksley’s people at least had the sense to begin with the establishment of objective fact through tangible evidence. Maxwell uttered no protest as Katarina and Trevelyan methodically investigated his clothing, its pockets, and the secret slits of its lining.
He was in the warehouse. He was sitting in Locksley’s warehouse, two feet from Gavin Trevelyan, thin and hawk-nosed and caustic and so exactly matching the Spider’s description that he paradoxically scarcely seemed real. It was like visiting Camelot.
They had not gagged him, so he might have spoken, but instead he waited quietly and let them get on with it. Once they found the Spider’s letter, her w
