CHAPTER 76: ANOTHER INN?

"Surely we must be almost there," Annie said.

Night had fallen long ago, and although she had no way telling of time, it seemed to her that they had been traveling forever. Far longer than the journey to London should take. Of course, the very nature of this particular journey could be responsible for her oppressive anxiety over its length.

Mr Travener straightened in the opposite seat, fingering his watch out of it's pocket. It was far too dark inside the carriage to read the face of it, however. Acknowledging the impossibility of doing so, he replaced the watch and with gloved fingers lifted the shade that had drawn over the window.

Trying to evaluate the depth of the external darkness? Annie wondered. Or perhaps hoping to see some evidence that they were indeed approaching the outskirts of the capital?

"Soon," he said reassuringly, allowing the covering to fall.