Serrin couldn’t quite figure that one out. He hadn’t seen Geraint face to face since their extraordinary experiences in London the previous year. They’d unmasked a Jack the Ripper clone and got themselves deep into an unholy mess. Everything had worked out all right in the end, but Serrin had noticed something strange about Geraint afterward, an evasiveness, even a faint air of guilt. Serrin trusted Geraint with his life, so it didn’t worry him. He guessed that anything strange in his friend’s behavior must have to do with the infinitely subtle and treacherous web of British politics. Indeed, Serrin was just as happy not knowing about it if Geraint didn’t want to tell him.