I put this note in my pocket. I couldn't send it from Spadros Manor; the messenger boy would tell the stable-man who sent it. I would have to find some other way to get the message to him.
When I gave Madame's note to Pearson, he said, "Peter Dewey wishes to speak with you, mum."
Amelia's husband. Pip's father. "Send him in."
Our stable-man Peter Dewey had brown hair and eyes, and was of medium height. He had changed from his usual work clothes into his best suit. He held a clean but battered gray hat in both hands and peered around, eyes wide.
He had never been in this part of the house before.
"How can I help you?"
At this point, he gave a slight start, and focused on me. I didn't rise to greet him. "Begging your pardon, mum." He took a step towards my desk. "It's about my boy." He
