Chapter 21London, September 15, 1895
Track Three
Schwieger turned the color of new milk when they told him.
That might, to be fair, have been partially the effect of the fever that still plagued his healing torso wound. Maxwell had seen such recoveries in sundry places and diverse times, and would not have considered interrupting the invalid’s sleep for anything less catastrophic than the situation in which they found themselves. It would have been an early waking even for an uninjured man; the sun had yet to make meaningful headway in lightening the sky when he and Katarina returned to the hotel from seeing off the early morning train.
Bill Ellis was on that train, along with his wife and stepdaughter, the last of the banknotes Katarina had been keeping on hand, and a letter she had w
