go.â
He climbed the thickly carpeted stairs to the luxurious suite of rooms on the top floor, knocked and entered. Charles was seated at a breakfast table in the bow window, and Mrs Bledsoe, who did for him, was serving a gargantuan plate piled with a full English.
She smiled at Langham as she hurried to the kitchen. âAnd the same for you, Mr Langham?â
The very idea made him feel queasy. âTea and toast will be fine, thanks, Mrs Bledsoe.â
She cast him a critical eye. âNo wonder you look as thin as a rake, if I may say so. You need feeding up, you do.â She disappeared into the kitchen.
Langham took his place opposite Charles.
His agent speared half a kidney and held it before him. Langham winced at the noxious offal, slick with melted butter.
âWhatever slings and arrows the world throws at us,â Charles declaimed, âwhatever obstacles fate tosses in our path, there is always the consolation of the humble kidney!â
He popped it in his mouth and chewed vigorously, then perched his pince-nez upon the bridge of his porcine snout and peered. âYou look, if I might be so bold, dreadful. Have you shaved this morning, my boy?â
Langham rasped his stubbled jaw. âDidnât have time.â
Charles harrumphed, as if neglecting oneâs toilette was a serious breach of etiquette. He reached out for a silver teapot. âMay I?â
He poured, and Langham took a sip of Earl Grey. âAh ⦠thatâs good.â
âNow,â Charles said, âyou mentioned seeing young Kenneth yesterday.â
âThatâs right.â
Charles forestalled the conveyance of a plump mushroom towards his equally plump lips. âAnd?â
âAnd heâs innocent â well, innocent of the blackmail. Turns out he was threatened.â He gave Charles a synopsis of his conversation with the boy. âNone of which alters the situation.â
Mrs Bledsoe arrived with a rack of toast and a pot of marmalade. âNow eat up. And thereâs more when youâve finished that.â
Langham helped himself to a slice of toast, buttered it but forewent the marmalade.
Charles waited until Mrs Bledsoe had returned to the kitchen and closed the door behind her, then said, âI knew it, my boy! I knew it.â
Langham eyed him over his toast. âKnew what?â
âI knew beyond doubt that Kenneth was innocent, as much a victim in this foul matter as am I.â
Langham refrained from reminding Charles of his curses directed at the boy just two days ago.
His agent was in full spate. âYou see, it is always the downtrodden and impecunious who find themselves shat upon â I said positively shat upon â by the system.â
Langham eyed Charles warily. âBy that I take it youâre referring to Kenneth?â
âDo you realize how much the boy earns at that sweatshop, my boy? Three shillings a week! Is it any wonder he is forced into supplementing such a meagre stipend?â
Before Langham could enlighten Charles as to the boyâs actual wage â or at least the sum Kenneth had told him he earned â his agent went on: âAnd now that it eventuates that the poor boy is innocent of all charges, I might have second thoughts about visiting again and bestowing upon him my largesse.â
Any largesse, Langham mused upon recollection of Kennethâs parting gesture yesterday, was unlikely to be bestowed by Charles. âI would have thought that once bitten â¦â
Charles waved this away. âBut the poor boy needs support from someone, Donald. The poor and deprived have been neglected for too long!â
Langham sipped his tea. âAll this talk of injustice, Charles ⦠I never had you down as a socialist.â
Charles stopped chewing and pointed a fork at Langham. âYou and I might have many things in common â and I am thinking here of intelligence and wit â but we are not