Storm and Silence (Storm and Silence 1)

Home…

A foreign concept to me. After years in the colonies, what was there about this place that could be home to me?

How about the Bank of England?

Not a bad thought, actually. I would have to see what could be done about buying it.

‘Sahib?’

Still, I didn’t turn. There was no need. I knew that voice coming from behind me.

‘Yes, Karim?’

‘The captain says we will approach the coast in about half an hour. He asks if you wish to land in London, or a place called Dover.’

‘London, Karim. I paid for the whole trip across the Atlantic, and I don’t plan to get off this ship before I reach my destination only to have to hire a coach to go the rest of the way.’

‘Yes, Sahib.’

There were a few seconds of silence. And this time, they didn’t just come from me.

‘Sahib?’

‘Yes, Karim?’

‘Do you think he’s waiting for us? Dalgliesh, I mean. Does he have a surprise waiting for us?’

I glanced at my bodyguard. Behind the bristly barrier of his beard, his black eyes were narrowed, staring suspiciously at the shore.

‘Do you expect him to?’

‘Yes, Sahib.’

‘Then he won’t have a surprise waiting for us, Karim.’ Reaching into the pocket of my tailcoat, I pulled out my revolver and whirled the drum. All six chambers were loaded. ‘Something you expect is never a surprise.’

Even through the beard, I could see one corner of Karim’s mouth twitch. One of his massive hands curled around the hilt of his sabre. ‘Wise words, Sahib.’

I said nothing. Instead, I looked again towards the distant cliffs.

‘I shall go and check on the goods, Sahib.’

‘Do that.’

‘And… Sahib?’

‘Yes?’

‘Are you sure you wish to go to London? Do you not want to sail somewhat farther North? Maybe to your fam-’

I felt a muscle in my cheek twitch.

‘Go check on the cargo, Karim,” I cut him off.

‘Are you sure? We could-’

‘Go!’

‘Yes, Sahib. As you wish, Sahib.’