Chapter Seven
Grunewald was on his feet in an instant, Bess only a moment behind him. She made to follow as Grunewald strode for the door, but he turned back and took hold of her arms. ‘I mislike the looks of this. Will you stay, until I have made sure of my visitors and their errand?’
‘Do you think me in danger, my Gent? Naught shall go amiss wi’ me.’
‘I should like to be sure of it,’ he repeated. He did not wait for her response, but squeezed her forearms gently and then immediately walked away. Bessie was left to consider his words, his behaviour and his fears and decide whether she wished to be influenced by any of them.
But first, she turned back to the table upon which his discarded glass still rested. The plans she had begun to form were fresh in her mind; strengthened, if anyth
