A Sense of Sin
“The coachman would go no farther. He did not want to risk his equipage nor his cattle on the close confines of George Alley.
Powell’s was a bookseller halfway down the block. With Bains clutching her arm, Celia went straight to the counter. Best to get it over with directly.
“I should like to leave this package here.”
The clerk glanced at the sealed envelope, supremely disinterested in her little drama. “For the post, miss? You’ll need the direction.”
“No, not for the post. For picking up, here....” How awkward. She hadn’t imagined dithering over how to leave her blackmail payment.
“Still, miss, it will need a name.”
Celia glanced at Bains for a moment, then leaned forward to say quietly, “I don’t have the name.”
“Like that, is it? Don’t suppose you’ll want to leave your name?”
“I couldn’t—”
“Right then, initials top right corner. Left by one well-dressed, cautious young lady. Fee to be paid by whoever picks it up. Will that be all, miss?”
Celia knew she had gone scarlet with embarrassment.MoreLess
Powell’s was a bookseller halfway down the block. With Bains clutching her arm, Celia went straight to the counter. Best to get it over with directly.
“I should like to leave this package here.”
The clerk glanced at the sealed envelope, supremely disinterested in her little drama. “For the post, miss? You’ll need the direction.”
“No, not for the post. For picking up, here....” How awkward. She hadn’t imagined dithering over how to leave her blackmail payment.
“Still, miss, it will need a name.”
Celia glanced at Bains for a moment, then leaned forward to say quietly, “I don’t have the name.”
“Like that, is it? Don’t suppose you’ll want to leave your name?”
“I couldn’t—”
“Right then, initials top right corner. Left by one well-dressed, cautious young lady. Fee to be paid by whoever picks it up. Will that be all, miss?”
Celia knew she had gone scarlet with embarrassment.MoreLess
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