Chapter 44

CONSTANTINOPLE CONNECTIONS

The cosmopolitan atmosphere of Constantinople offered a new background as Richard and Mrs. Bell pursued their revised theory about Captain Walker’s activities.

The morning call to prayer echoed across the Golden Horn as they walked through the diplomatic quarter, their conversation focused on gathering intelligence about their new suspect or one of his peers.

“The British consul confirms that HMS Intrepid called here three weeks ago,” Richard reported, consulting his notes. “Captain Walker met with several merchants and visited the embassy for what appeared to be routine consultations.”

“Which would provide perfect cover for gathering sensitive information,” Mrs. Bell replied. “I spoke with the harbormaster’s assistant. Apparently, Walker asked detailed questions about British shipping schedules under the pretence of coordinating naval escort services.”

They had spent four days in Constantinople conducting discreet inquiries while maintaining their cover of being involved in Darcy’s archaeological expedition.

“Mrs. Bell, the more we learn about Walker, the more convinced I am that his behavior fits perfectly with what we would expect from L’Ombre.

However, this also makes him above suspicion.

Unless we caught him in the act of passing intelligence or we find some other proof of his communications with French agents, we can do nothing. ”

Her shoulders dropped, as did his. They were at a figurative crossroads without a clue as to which direction their prey was located.

“Then we look for evidence, something concrete.” Mrs. Bell glanced around to make certain they had privacy.

“We follow Captain Walker and every other man with considerable naval authority when we come across them until we find what we are looking for. Surely, basic human imperfection would cause the traitor to make a mistake, to overestimate his skill, or to become careless since he has been able to act for years with impunity.”

“I agree. Overconfidence has been the downfall of many corrupt men.”

Shading his eyes, Richard studied their surroundings. “Might I buy you a cup of tea, Mrs. Bell? I think it is best if we consider another subject for a while.”

“Thank you, sir. I heartily agree.”

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