England, October 1911
England, October 1911“You know what they say about the old boy…” Lord Caruthers murmured as Leopold Graham stepped into the main reading room of Brooks’s Club on St. James’s Street. The words stopped Leo cold.
“No…what do they say?” another man whispered, his face half hidden behind a newspaper. The two men were sitting close to a fireplace beside the door. They were both older, with graying hair and extended waistlines that showed their well-off lifestyles. Leo scowled at them, but deep inside he was afraid of their whispers.
“Kept an Italian opera singer in a cozy little love nest in Mayfair. Can you believe it?” Caruthers chuckled. “Damned if I’m not jealous of old Hampton for carrying on like that with a wife and son at home. Quite a bold move to bring down sca
