He noted also that he’d been brought a corked glass jug of water and a white drinking cup, sitting on the dresser along with the other items.
He would have to thank Professor Fell for the gracious hospitality, and he planned to do so on the morrow, face-to-face, with no masks between them.
Thirty-Four
THE sun was coming up and the sky promised to be a cloudless and most welcome blue. Matthew had been dressed in his gray suit and waistcoat and waiting for at least an hour. The bed was comfortable enough, but the discomfort of his mind had allowed him not quite three hours of sleep, none of it more than a quarter of an hour at a time.
As the light strengthened and moved across the floorplanks, Matthew remained in a chair in the front room. Through a window he could see people occasionally passing by. He wondered how the place was organized. Were there teams of workers? Wer