Chapter 2
Martin entered the Argyll Rooms on the east side of Regent Street and glanced around the hall. Frescoes were painted on the walls to represent Corinthian pillars. Grecian lamps illuminated his path as he passed through the elegant crimson folding doors and into the festivities. The men and women around him were boisterous. The sounds of their gaiety bounced off the walls, creating such a din he could barely hear himself think.
Martin paused as he reached the main staircase. The green cloth beneath his feet was covered with Turkish patterns. He’d always enjoyed the elegance of the Argyll Rooms, and tonight was no different. But rather than take in the sights, he searched the crowd for Rodney. The jovial crowd and the excitement of the night’s pleasures around him started to affe
