Chapter Fifteen
The town house in question was not, at that moment, quite as empty as Lord and Lady Werth imagined.
Their son Lord Bedgberry, newly a man-about-town, had found himself desirous of remaining in London, yet without any obvious place of abode. Happily or unhappily, his memory had dredged up a dim recollection of the place, just as Lord Werth’s had done.
The house had been in the Werth family for generations, of course, but the family had not been much in the habit of using it for the last two or three of those. London was not always kind to the Wyrded; that’s what had sometimes been said, when the subject of the capital had come up.
Theo was finding it rather otherwise.
On the afternoon following his interception by Hargreve, Theo had ventured to pay a visit to the Werths
