Chapter 9It was hardly a surprise that Inspector Murtagh visited again. Ryland sat up in bed at the tread along the hallway. Grimalkin and Puff remained lying at his side.
The door opened and Henry entered first. Murtagh was behind him, his bowler tucked under his arm. Sure enough, the man’s wavy hair was deep golden red. Henry sat at Ryland’s bedside, However, it was Murtagh who spoke first.
“Are you gentlemen ready to tell me the truth, now?” he asked. His voice was quiet, but edged with steel.
“We told you the truth then, Inspector.” Henry replied. “Instinct and suspicion are no substitutes in a court of law for facts and proof.”
“I understand.” Murtagh nodded. “But things changed with the attack on Ryland?”
“Only insofar as it was clear that Jabez wouldn’t even allow his own son t
