Morton glanced around in alarm. "Strangers?"
"They're my most trusted men," Tony said. "But I can have them come in for introduction, so you recognize their faces."
Morton relaxed. "That would be most appreciated." He shook his head. "I'm sorry; after all your generosity, I must seem presumptuous, even paranoiac. But I've been betrayed so often these past weeks —"
Tony nodded, his face grave. "I understand." He reached beside Morton's bed and rang for a servant.
Honor entered, collecting our plates. "This is our day footman, Skip Honor," I said. "I trust him with my life."
Morton nodded. "A pleasure to meet you, sir." Which was odd; surely a quadrant gentleman would know how to address a servant properly.
Honor gave a slight smile. "You're much too kind." He put the plates on a tray,
