Fake cheques!
Or more accurately, the paper and ink used to make fake cheques!
These two items alone were enough to entice James!
Mals guessed at the bottom of his heart and glanced at Arthur, lowering his voice to reveal the address of the painter apprentice.
"Docklands, 10 Clara Street—I've had someone keeping watch there since last night," he said.
Mals's intent was quite straightforward: he was worried about any mishap with the gold and silver jewelry at No. 44 White Bird Street, his partner's place.
Arthur, who had been aware of his partner's arrangements for some time, responded with a smile and a nod—he knew well that having ample time meant he couldn't do without partners.
Of course, he was still quite far from leisurely days.
Mals needed to continue to grow!
He was just over fifty; he shouldn't be thinking about retirement, as it was his time to shine!
His grandfather went on 'exorcism' commissions at the age of seventy-two!
