Chapter 41

“That took a long time,” he said, doing his best not to sound annoyed.

“I couldn’t get a good look at him from the doorway and then someone saw me peeking so I had to make an excuse and go in.”

Jacob was fit to burst. “And…? Did you recognise him?”

Polly looked at him as if he really had gone mad.

“I can’t be sure, now, but I think it’s Mister Prewitt. A wheat farmer on the other side of the Hawkesbury River. But why? What’s all this cloak and dagger shenanigans about?”

“I’ll have to tell you later,” he said, beaming. “It’s a long story and I should get back to the dining room. But thank you, Polly. Thank you a hundred times over.”

After dessert, the men adjourned to the drawing room for the obligatory port and cigars, and after filling their glasses, Jacob cleared the dining table so Polly could do the washing up. When he’d finished in the dining room and checked the men in the drawing room had full glasses, Jacob hurried back to the kitchen to help Polly with the dishes.