While he was reasonably certain Scrope had circumvented his instructions regarding Eliza’s treatment on the long journey north, by and large the man had stuck to the letter of the orders he’d been given. Could he trust the man to desist in his pursuit of Eliza Cynster? Once he was striding along more genteel streets, his mind meandered back to Scrope. The erratic path ensured that no one - Scrope, for instance - followed him. Seconds later, he was striding up Niddery Street.Ĭrossing High Street, he plunged into the warren of closes and wynds, ducked through passages and alleys so narrow he had to turn sideways to pass through. McKinsey opened the door, stepped into the hall, and shut the parlor door softly behind him. Lips pinched, his gaze burning darkly, Scrope offered nothing in reply. If you prove correct, as I said, I’ll double the reward.” You look for her here, I’ll look elsewhere. I believe otherwise, so let’s put it to the test. McKinsey considered Scrope for a long moment more, then evenly said, “You believe Miss Cynster is still within the town.
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