“Sorry, George. We’re to take no risk. Those are orders.” Luke shook himself to scatter the drops from his coat and perched on the parapet which spanned the sides of the square portico guarding the drop to the area beneath. “We wait and pick him up as he comes out in the decent and orderly manner best calculated to take the so-and-so by surprise.”
Picot sniffed and nodded.
“Because he’s suspected of being the man in the Church Row shooting, I suppose, sir? Is there any suggestion that he’s up to mischief here now?”
Luke moved uneasily. “The idea is that he thinks he’s safe here,” he said. “While he keeps that conviction it’s not very likely he’s going to do any harm to the two women we know are with him.”
Picot looked towards the silent house and back again.
“I thought it was said he
