“Thank you kindly, sir,” I said, handing the coachman a dull silver shilling. “No need to wait for me.”
I stepped out onto a cobblestone terrace amidst a garden of long-withered flowers that lead to the mansion. I began a brisk walk, marveling at the grand house. A wrought-iron fence surrounded the premises. My eyes followed the long spikes pointed toward the heavens that spread a few inches apart, easily keeping any criminal at bay.
I pulled my pocket watch from my lapel. Still broken. I hoped I was on time.
Carefully, I continued my way down the path slicked with ice.… Read the rest