The sun set, and the fog of London descended silently like a heavy veil over the streets and alleys of Covent Garden.
The gas lamps flickered with pale yellow light in the fog, and the wheels rolled over the cobblestones with a dull echo. An inconspicuous carriage quietly stopped at the back door of Nightingale Mansion.
Arthur stepped out of the carriage with his cane, and before he could knock, the door creaked open.
The blonde woman bent over and offered a bow: "Welcome home, Your Excellency, Mrs. Yvonne is already waiting for you."
Arthur took off his hat, nodded slightly in return, accepted a mask from the woman's hand, and fastened it to his face before stepping inside the mansion.
