"Sorry," Jack apologized, while he noticed the newspaper on the wall.
Baslo Richard, a great merchant, had been arrested for tax evasion, and the entire city was on the hunt for his accomplices.
Baslo Richard?
Mrs. Richard!
Jack remembered that still-charming lady; he realized in a flash—that silhouette, it must be Mrs. Richard.
He had even once discussed that lady's alluring waistline with his team's seniors.
So that guy who claimed to be Casaman was involved with Mrs. Richard?
No, that wasn't right, not involved, he was an unrecognized traveling painter, and she was the famous wife of a wealthy merchant, with a gap in class so wide they couldn't possibly come together, let alone be lovers.
The only possibility was that they had some other relationship.
Some other relationship... Jack bit his fingernail, pondering the possibilities, while out of the corner of his eye he noticed Miss Navali, now riding a little horse, heading towards the east side of the city.
