Samuel Pepys straightened up, blinked once, and parted his lips as if to follow up on the Conversational Opportunity Daniel had just handed him. The hand trembled and crept toward the Pocket where the Stone had lurked these thirty years. But some gentlemanly instinct averted him; he'd not crash the conversation onto that particular Hazard just yet. 'I'd have thought you would be in Massachusetts by now, from the things the Fellows were saying.'