“He cannot have Brutus!” grated Sir Arthur. “But he has already made comments that he would like Lightning.”
“If the time does come, we shall have to consider it carefully,” he sighed, “we cannot afford to rock the boat with him too much, Alice. He is such a loose cannon and I cannot be certain he will not reveal – a certain matter.”
At the mention of that, Lady Brandon began to cry. “Why are we being made to pay for something that is ancient history?” she sobbed, dabbing at her eyes.
Sir Arthur went over to her and put his arm around his wife in an attempt to comfort her.
“Is it not enough that we lost our only son?”
“Men such as he have no morals, dearest,” said Sir Arthur, his face setting into a steely mask. But even as he comforted her, he knew that Lord Alphonse was not about to
