The Queen of Bedlam
“Matthew wondered who could be more surprised at this appearance, he or the magistrate. “Hudson!” Powers said as he laid aside his own quill and stood up. Obviously he hadn’t been expecting the visitor. “Good morning!”
“Morning to you, Nathaniel.” Greathouse came forward and as he shook Powers’ hand he also clasped the magistrate’s shoulder. He gave Matthew a quick nod but did not speak. Matthew thought he looked as if sleep had not been kind to him since their grave-digging excursion.
“Glad to see you as always,” Powers said. “What may I do for you?”
“You can take a walk with me,” came the reply.
“Of course.” The magistrate had quickly guessed, as had Matthew, that whatever the occasion of this visit, the situation was serious. And also deserving of privacy. He went to the two pegs next to the door and shrugged into his gray-striped suit coat, then put on his dove’s-gray tricorn.
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