Sam walked by Tristan’s side the short walk that it took from Brook Street to Half Moon Street. He made sure to keep a discreet distance from him, and walked with his head high looking straight forward.
“You can look at me occasionally; I am sure no-one will divine our secret if you do,” Tristan said with a small smile.
Sam glanced at him. He hadn’t recovered from the onslaught of ‘cousin’ Alfie over the breakfast cups. He kept his eyes forward and forbore from comment. They walked in silence until they came to a large property with a beautiful facade. Tristan led him to the solid looking front door and, taking a large key from his pocket, opened it to reveal a grand hallway with a magnificent staircase sweeping upwards. The walls were decorated with portraits and landscapes, and a grand
