I tap a visiting card on my desk. A Mr. A. St. John Carruthers awaits me in the drawing room. There is a matter he wishes to discuss in regard to Miss Pigot. What can she want now? I’m certainly not giving her a reference.
“Falak,” I call.
“Please escort Mr. Carruthers in and bring refreshments.”
I hear Falak speaking to my guest and stand as they reach the door.
“Come in, Mr. Carruthers.” I extend my hand. “I don’t think we’ve met.”
“A pleasure, Mr. Hastie,” Mr. Carruthers says. “I’ve come on a matter of some delicacy regarding Miss Pigot.”
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