Rebellion. James McGee

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      Chapter 4

      “Well, you were right,” Brooke said, raising the coffee cup to his lips. “He’s certainly a recalcitrant devil.”

      “That’s been said before,” James Read responded wryly. Brooke took a drink and set his cup down.

      “He achieves results,” Read said. He took a slow sip from his own cup. “That’s the main thing.”

      “Set a fox to catch a rat, eh?”

      “Indeed.”

      The two men were seated at a table in the first-floor coffee room in White’s. They were by the end front window, through which they had an uninterrupted view over the narrow balcony down on to the northern end of St James’s Street. There were other club members around them but the tables on either side were unoccupied so both men were able to converse freely without the likelihood of being overheard.

      “Y’know it was Sidmouth who first brought me here,” Brooke murmured absently as he gazed down the long room. “Just as well he’s a Tory. If he’d been a Whig I’d have ended up in that other place, which would have been rather amusing. Mind you, it would probably have guaranteed a decent table for supper.”Read acknowledged the remark with a polite smile. He didn’t have to look to know that the building being referred to sat almost diagonally across from them on the opposite side of the street. The premises housed a similar retreat called Brooks’s.

      James Read was a private man and not, as a rule, a patron of gentlemen’s establishments. He found them somewhat claustro -phobic, though he acknowledged that they did provide a convenient forum in which to conduct business, especially business of a clandestine nature. The staff was uniformly efficient and discreet which, given both Brooke’s and Read’s professions, was a decided advantage and, despite his cynicism, the dining room could usually be called upon to produce an acceptable bottle of claret and a competent lamb chop at relatively short notice.

      “An interesting fellow, though,” Brooke said, still musing. “What’s his full story? What was he doing before he took the king’s shilling? Do you know?”

      “I’m not sure I’d consider that relevant,” Read said.

      “But . . .?” Brooke pressed.

      “You know, I was thinking that I may well stay on for luncheon,” James Read said, looking off towards the door to the dining room. “I hear the new chef serves a rather fine truffle sauce with the turbot.” He dabbed a napkin along his lips.

      The superintendent, who was well aware of Read’s antipathy towards the surroundings, sighed. “All right, point taken.”

      Brooke studied Read over the rim of his cup. “You knew he’d accept, though, didn’t you?”

      “He responds to a challenge,” Read said. “It’s what drives him.”

      “There’s no family, I take it?”

      Read shook his head. “No.”

      “Mmm, probably just as well, in the circumstances. Not many friends either, I suspect.”

      “They’re few in number, but impressively loyal.”

      “And demons? I’d hazard a guess he has his fair share.”

      “Show me a man with twenty years of soldiering who hasn’t,” Read said.

      “And I’ll wager those scars could tell a few stories,” Brooke said.

      Read, refusing to rise to the bait, made no reply.

      Brooke smiled, finally accepting defeat.

      Both men took another sip of coffee.

      “How much did you tell him?” Read asked.

      “What we agreed. That we’d provide him with all document ation and a meeting point. After that he . . . they . . . are on their own.”

      “Can I assume you did not reveal the correspondent’s identity?”

      “You can. That omission was covered by the need for secrecy.” Read reached for the coffee pot, drew it towards him and proceeded to refill his cup.

      “You look . . . worried,” Brooke said.

      Read put the pot down. “Merely pondering upon their chances of success.”

      “It sounds as if you’ve a soft spot for the fellow.”

      “He’s a good officer. He’s my officer. I don’t relish placing any of my men in harm’s way if I can help it.”

      “Well, he’s mine now, or at least for the duration. And the opportunity’s too good СКАЧАТЬ