The King's Evil (Christopher Redmayne)
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In a London ravaged by the Great Fire, Christopher Redmayne envisages the rebuilding of the city. He is thrown together with Jonathan Bale, a decidedly Puritan constable, when one of his clients is killed, leading the pair on a journey through the dark underbelly of London and the hedonistic Court. Meeting in the ashes, Christopher Redmayne, an architect with Cavalier instincts, and Jonathan Bale are hardly kindred spirits. Redmayne dedicates himself to rebuilding the city that Bale believes was destroyed by its own inner corruption. The two men are thrown together when they catch thieves who are stealing from the house that Redmayne has designed for Sir Ambrose Northcott. The foul murder of Sir Ambrose joins them again, albeit reluctantly, in a complex and perilous investigation that takes them through the brothels and gaming houses of London, across to Paris, and back again to the hedonistic Court.
towards the boat which was moored at the jetty. He did not get far. Lurking in the shadows was a bulky figure who stepped out to block his way. The cudgel swung again but the blow was easily parried by a staff. Before the thief could defend himself, the end of the staff jabbed deep into his stomach to take the wind out of him then it clipped him hard on the side of the head. He dropped his cudgel and fell. Jonathan Bale caught him before he hit the ground. 'Come, sir,' he said. 'Let us get you
smile of contentment on her lips. Chapter Nine Jonathan Bale ignored the light drizzle as he moved slowly around with his gaze fixed firmly on the ground. It was a long painstaking search but it yielded nothing of real value. He withdrew to the road and studied the site pensively. It was deserted. Work on the house had been terminated and Samuel Littlejohn's men sent home while he looked for alternative employment for them. Most of the building materials had been removed for storage
that even you could not remember all of its provisions. There is no point at all in my asking to whom the house was left.' 'Which house?' 'The one in Lincoln's Inn Fields,' said Christopher artlessly. 'Sir Ambrose would hardly leave it to his family or they would become aware of the nefarious activities which took place there. He would protect his wife from such a shocking discovery. On the other hand,' he added, watching the clerk's expression, 'he would be unlikely to bequeath the property to
which worries me,' confessed Hail-Mary Thorpe. 'I have no fears about what we shall find when we get there but the voyage itself is fraught with danger. Tell us, Mr Bale, for most of thy life has been spent among ships and those who sail in them. What is the best thing to take on such a long and arduous voyage?' 'Belief in God. He is a master mariner.' 'Then we are saved.' 'Just as I told thee, Hail-Mary,' said her husband solicitously. 'We have no need to fear if we put our trust in God.'
secret? Surely, you can tell me.' She followed him to the door. 'Jonathan, what is going on? You have hardly said a word to me all evening. I am your wife. What have I done to upset you?' 'Nothing, Sarah.' 'Then why are you so morose? Anybody would think that you were walking off to your own execution. Are you looking forward so little to your duties tonight?' He opened the door then turned to look back at her. 'Yes,' he confessed. 'I am.' Henry Redmayne was in his element. He had always