The King's Evil

By the time that Christopher left the house, Jonathan Bale had rallied, overcome his resentment at the visit and even risen to an expression of gratitude. Sarah added her own thanks as she saw their guest to the door, then she went back in to cosset her husband.

Christopher left the city by Ludgate and rode slowly as he reflected on events. He was desperate to speak to his brother but he did not relish having to search for Henry through a series of gaming houses at that time of night. Resolving to call at Bedford Street early next morning, he let his horse take him back towards Fetter Lane.

In one day, he felt, they had made substantial progress in their investigation but he did not let his sense of satisfaction distract him. He realised that George Strype had even more cause to assault him now, blaming him - at least in part - for the broken engagement. One hand on his sword, Christopher was vigilant as he trotted up Fetter Lane. There was no sign of any ambush but two horses were tethered outside his house. He wondered who would call at such a late hour. While his master was dismounting, Jacob came scurrying out of the front door with a lantern and a look of apology.

'I had to let them in, sir,' he explained.

'Who?'

'Miss Littlejohn has come back.'

'What?' said Christopher in annoyance. 'I told you never to let her across the threshold again. This is too much, Jacob. Stable my horse.'

He tossed the reins to his servant and marched into the house, determined to eject Margaret Littlejohn with such courteous firmness that she would never again bother him. When he went into his parlour, however, the person who stood up to greet him was Samuel Littlejohn. The builder seemed embarrassed. He licked his lips and gestured to his daughter, who was squirming with discomfort on a chair.

'Please excuse us calling, sir,' said Littlejohn, shifting his feet. 'But I simply had to bring Margaret here at once.' 'Why?' said Christopher uneasily. 'She has something to tell you.'