The Ashford company had been unusually busy.
Arthur couldn't explain it beyond the obvious, since work had accumulated while he was recovering, and now that his shoulder had healed properly, he was clearing the backlog at a pace that left no room for anything else. He had been at his desk since seven in the morning and had left after ten at night; the stack of outstanding documents was finally at a manageable height.
He told himself that was why he had pushed so hard today.
It was not because not being at the company meant not having anything to occupy his hands with. It was not because the empty hours left too much room for thinking about a specific problem that was currently residing on the Rodina estate and was shortly, apparently, planning to leave the country.
He had people around. He would know when Noel moved.
The carriage pulled up in front of the house.
