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Chapters (56)
  1. Chapter One
  2. Chapter Two
  3. Chapter Three
  4. Chapter Four
  5. Chapter Five
  6. Chapter Six
  7. Chapter Seven
  8. Chapter Eight
  9. Chapter Nine
  10. Chapter Ten
  11. Chapter Eleven
  12. Chapter Twelve
  13. Chapter Thirteen
  14. Chapter Fourteen
  15. Chapter Fifteen
  16. Chapter Sixteen
  17. Chapter Seventeen
  18. Chapter Eighteen
  19. Chapter Nineteen
  20. Chapter Twenty
  21. Chapter Twenty-one
  22. Chapter Twenty-two
  23. Chapter Twenty-three
  24. Chapter Twenty-four
  25. Chapter Twenty-five
  26. Chapter Twenty-six
  27. Chapter Twenty-seven
  28. Chapter Twenty-eight
  29. Chapter Twenty-nine
  30. Chapter Thirty
  31. Chapter Thirty-one
  32. Chapter Thirty-two
  33. Chapter Thirty-three
  34. Chapter Thirty-four
  35. Chapter Thirty-five
  36. Chapter Thirty-six
  37. Chapter Thirty-seven
  38. Chapter Thirty-eight
  39. Chapter Thirty-nine
  40. Chapter Forty
  41. Chapter Forty-one
  42. Chapter Forty-two
  43. Chapter Forty-three
  44. Chapter Forty-four
  45. Chapter Forty-five
  46. Chapter Forty-six
  47. Chapter Forty-seven
  48. Chapter Forty-eight
  49. Chapter Forty-nine
  50. Chapter Fifty
  51. Chapter Fifty-one
  52. Chapter Fifty-two
  53. Chapter Fifty-three
  54. Epilogue
  55. A CKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  56. H ISTORICAL N OTE

Nicholas looked disappointed. ‘Will you arrange for him to be found?’

‘This afternoon.’ I must get the news to Lord Parr.

There was a gentle knock on the door, and Skelly entered. He spoke apologetically. ‘A visitor, sir. Will not wait. Must see you immediately.’

I smiled wryly at Nicholas. ‘Mistress Slanning?’

‘No, sir. It is a man called Okedene. He says he is a printer, that he knows you, and that it is a matter of life and death.’

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

SKELLY SHOWED OKEDENE IN. He wore a light wool doublet and his face was red and sweating, as though he had been running. As Skelly closed the door behind him I saw Barak looking in at us curiously. I stood. ‘Master Okedene, what is it?’ I wondered with a thrill of horror whether, as I had feared might happen, he or his family had been attacked.

The printer slowly regained his composure. The constant physical activity of his trade meant he had to be fit, but he was not young any more. ‘Master Shardlake,’ he said quickly, ‘I’ve come to see you about that note you sent. To tell you I am leaving London. I am selling the business and putting the proceeds into my brother’s farm, out in Norfolk. I have feared for my wife and children since the night poor Armistead was murdered.’ He frowned at Nicholas, doubtless remembering his part in provoking Elias’s flight. He did not know his former apprentice was dead.

‘I am sorry,’ I said. I saw how the lines of strain and worry on his face had deepened since we last met.

He raised a hand. ‘Never mind that now,’ he said. ‘There is no time.’

‘No time for what?’ Nicholas asked.

‘I stopped on the way here to buy a glass of beer – I was thirsty, it is a warm day. At the sign of Bacchus near St Paul’s. It is a big inn – ’

‘I have been there,’ I said.

‘Inside, I saw two men sitting at a table by the window. I am sure it was the men who killed Armistead, even though they were wearing gentlemen’s clothes today; the Bacchus is a respectable place.’ He took another deep breath. ‘I have never been able to get my old assistant Huffkyn’s description of them out of my mind. Two young men, both big and tall, one fair and with a wart on his brow and the other near bald, young as he is. I have feared to see them ever since. Those murderers,’ he added bitterly, ‘sitting quietly supping beer in full view of everyone.’ He looked from me to Nicholas, then squared his shoulders. ‘I ran all the way here. The inn is less than fifteen minutes if we go fast.’

Nicholas said, ‘The authorities—’