Chapter 10 August Fenwick prepared for bed almost ruefully, where his body not still adjusting

to the time difference, he could never have slept this early, but as it was he could almost

convince himself that the Red Panda had completed his patrols of the city and was ready to allow

his alter ego to rest. Weston fussed over preparing the room and seemed

slightly surprised that his new employer, who had a reputation as a night-hawk, and something

of a gadabout, was retiring at this hour, but he was clearly in no way displeased.

"'I do hope that your excursion this evening means that you will sleep as well as Miss Baxter, sir,"

Weston said, hanging his master's clothes.

She retired at once upon your return.

I expect the excitement of the scuffle in the street took it out of her."

Fenwick smiled.

"'You don't need to worry about that one, Weston,' he said.

"'The fellow was flat on his back before I could shift his step.

"'I'm thinking of promoting her to bodyguard.'

There was a momentary pause as Weston seemed to be trying to judge if Fenwick was joking.

His mustache waggled slightly, and it seemed to Fenwick that he must have smiled.

In any event, sir, I hope that you will sleep just as soundly, he said.

On the contrary, Weston, Fenwick said, turning his gaze to the city at night through the window.

I feel quite invigorated.

Well, you are very right to try and relax,' Weston smiled.

"'You are on holiday, after all. No sense rushing things?'

"'No, indeed,' Fenwick said.

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