His Runaway Maiden. June Francis

if you are but a travelling jack of all trades. I deem, Master Nilsson, that you are not being honest with me.’

      ‘I admit it, but I still want an answer to my question,’ he said in a steely voice.

      ‘Can’t it wait until we reach London?’

      ‘No! I have much to do when I arrive there,’ he said, hanging on to his patience.

      ‘Then if I must, I must. I just pray to our Lady and all the saints that I can trust you, Master Nilsson. His name is Edward Fustian.’

      Fustian! Alex had met the man and considered him a smarmy, arrogant, insular fellow. He had a certain attraction for the ladies, which irritated Alex exceedingly. He had heard it from Ingrid that he beat his wife and treated her like dirt beneath his feet. Yet he had not thought to include him in the names on the list of those he suspected might be guilty of passing on information about cargoes and times of departure of ships sailing from the port of London.