A Murder On London Bridge
“Chaloner woke when his cat jumped on his bed, and the creature was lucky not to be skewered when his dagger slipped into his hand before he was properly cognisant.
He stood, stretched, and walked to the window. The dawn sky was tinged pink and orange, and he recalled his friend Will Leybourn once telling him that such hues were caused by light reflecting off dust particles in the atmosphere. Chaloner had not been sure whether to believe him – science under Charles II was being given rather a fr...ee rein, and all sorts of eccentric theories were being aired. He heard one shortly thereafter, when he went to the Rainbow Coffee House.
‘What news?’ called the owner, James Farr, as he entered. It was the traditional coffee-house greeting, but Chaloner was spared from having to reply, because someone was behind him. It was Joseph Thompson, the gentle rector of St Dunstan-in-the-West.
‘The men at Gresham College weighed London’s air on Saturday,’ Thompson announced. He sounded impressed.MoreLess
He stood, stretched, and walked to the window. The dawn sky was tinged pink and orange, and he recalled his friend Will Leybourn once telling him that such hues were caused by light reflecting off dust particles in the atmosphere. Chaloner had not been sure whether to believe him – science under Charles II was being given rather a fr...ee rein, and all sorts of eccentric theories were being aired. He heard one shortly thereafter, when he went to the Rainbow Coffee House.
‘What news?’ called the owner, James Farr, as he entered. It was the traditional coffee-house greeting, but Chaloner was spared from having to reply, because someone was behind him. It was Joseph Thompson, the gentle rector of St Dunstan-in-the-West.
‘The men at Gresham College weighed London’s air on Saturday,’ Thompson announced. He sounded impressed.MoreLess
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