Chapter 8
Curious about the newcomers but not wanting to get in the way, I passed through the sunroom, followed the path around the side of the building, and took up a position on a bench in the latticed arbor overlooking the side gardens and front pavilion. Servants stood beside two carriages, handing out passengers. Taggart and his son had climbed atop a third carriage piled high with luggage and were busy untying the ropes.
I watched Jacob Meyer as he greeted his guests with that perfect blend of dignity and servility that marks the successful innkeeper. As the first guests he greeted were a stooped, gray-haired gentleman and the erect-carriaged older woman on his arm, I assumed they were the Barringtons. A slim, dark-haired man in his thirties followed behind. He possessed a strong c
