Nathanial looked up in surprise when Smith entered the Honest Lawyer. “Why, Toby! I didn’t think we would see you again,” he said. “Did you get safely to Jackson and Roach?”
“I did not,” Smith said. “The companion you recommended was a highwayman.”
“A highwayman? Never!” Nathanial gave an exclamation of surprise. “He told me he was John Smith of the Spike? I can’t believe that John Smith is a highwayman!”
“He was lying,” Smith said.
“Are you certain? He seemed a charming gentleman.”
“I am certain, Nathanial,” Smith said, “For, you see, I am John Smith of the Spike.”
“Good God.” Nathanial took a step back.
“You’ll have to look for another pet highwayman,” Smith said, leaning closer to Nathanial, “for your Harry Black won’t be back. Not today, not tomorrow and not ever. Pass that mess
