Born of Fire


Mr Denby looked on me with an air of displeasure.

‘I requested to see you, Mr Hunter,’ said he, ‘because I have heard something of your reputation. I am given to understand that you have some insight into matters of this kind. When I heard you were staying in the area it seemed fortuitous, and I am much obliged to you for coming so promptly.’ He paused here and drew himself upright with an appearance of inflated pomposity. ‘That being said I must confess I am rather surprised that you should bring your wife. It hardly seems to me to be a suitable discussion for a lady’ He turned a quizzical gaze upon that good lady. Louisa smiled serenely and said nothing. Though, knowing her as I do, I read a good deal in those blue eyes.

‘I assure you, sir, said I ‘That if I bring my wife in on your case it is not out of sentiment nor for the sake of companionship. My reasons are practical. Her knowledge is at least equal to my own and in certain matters of insight, I do not mind owning, she is my superior.’ Mr Denby looked unconvinced, and I fancied I saw the briefest flash of scorn play across his features. Continue reading

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