“It has fallen into Chancery.”
“Like the traveller to Jericho, Sam, in the parable. How long is it since my Lord Stephen hoisted sail?”
“Somewhere about a month ago—before I returned from Portsmouth.”
“Did Anne Purcell die before then?”
“Heaven help me if I know, John. But what has that to do with the case?”
“More than you know, my friend—more than you may suspect.”
He had the air of a man who was troubled and perplexed by many difficulties.
“Sam, I want your help and advice. I can trust you.”
Mr. Pepys made him a little bow.
“Where are you staying, John?”