（外文电子版资料）Chelsea Quinn Yarbro - Saint-Germain Story - A Question of Patronage.pdf

The Vengeful Spirit of Lake Nepeakea A Question of Patronage A Saint-Germain Story Chelsea Quinn Yarbro Outside it was dank and clammy; inside it was stuffy and over- warm. The clerks in the merchants emporium office yawned as the afternoon ran quickly down to the early falling November night. Do you lock the door, John Henry, said the oldest of the clerks to the youngest, exercising his privilege. No one will come at this hour. John Henry Brodribb got off his stool and bowed to the senior clerk with a flourish that amused and annoyed the other clerks; John Henry was known for his lavish, theatrical manner. He pitched his voice to carry. Whatever you desire, Mr Tubbs, it is my honour to perform for you. His accent was a curious mix of London public school flavoured with a broadness that might be Devon or Cornwall. He was long-headed and lanky with the last remnants of youth; he was three months shy of his eighteenth birthday. Before he could reach the door, it opened suddenly and a man in a black, hooded cloak stepped into the office, looking like a visitor from another age; a monk from the Middle Ages, perhaps, or an apparition of a Plantagenet in disfavour with his cousins. Good afternoon. Is Mr Lamkin available? he asked in a pleasant, foreign voice, taking John Henrys startled surprise in his stride. There was a suggestion of a glint in dark eyes within the shadow of the hood. file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Chelsea%20Quinn%20Yarbro%...n%20Story]%20-%20A%20Question%20of%20Patronage.html (1 of 30)31-12-2006 14:23:53 The Vengeful Spirit of Lake Nepeakea Is he expecting you? asked John Henry, recovering himself adroitly, and doing his best to matc