ROBBINS CAME back to hear the story. He talked to me and Theodora and Edwin together, asked a few questions of Mrs Dunn, and took the bit of brick. He cautioned us not to assume that this had anything to do with my near-abduction, but I did notice that he did not say that he thought the two events unrelated.
As he moved to leave, he turned to me once more, holding up the brick so that the scarlet numerals were visible.
‘I don’t suppose you are, by any chance, seventeen years of age, Master Morgan?’
I shook my head, not looking at the Greys. ‘Not yet, sir.’
He sighed. ‘It was worth a go,’ he said with a shrug. ‘I do hope your life continues uneventful for a while. Good afternoon, sirs, ma’am.’
Theodora waited tactfully until the police had gone to turn her smirk on me. ‘Master Morgan,’
