Salem Burning by Daniel Sugar

Author:Daniel Sugar [Sugar, Daniel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-02-19T22:00:00+00:00

37.

There was no sunlight over Salem the next morning - it was blocked by a thick, wet fog that had swept in overnight.

At Edgley House Inn, Magistrate Smythe, Doctor Edwards and Daniel Flynn sat at the large oak table and drank whiskey.

Magistrate Smythe drained his glass and said, “It is clear sailing now that we have got the preliminary inquiry confession.” Of course, we will have the trial - just as a formality. It is all as good as done.”

Quietly, nervously, Doctor Edwards said, “Actually. Magistrate Smythe, there may be a small complication.”

Magistrate Smythe said, condescendingly, “Trust me, Doctor Edwards, the matter is concluded. I have done this many times so I know far more than you. Now, if you will be good enough to pour me another whiskey…”

Doctor Edwards refilled Magistrate Smythe’s glass and then said, “Magistrate, have you ever heard of a man named Peter Andrews?”

Magistrate Smythe slammed his freshly-filled whiskey glass onto the oak table. “I abhor that man! He is famous in Boston for fraternizing with slaves. He has even been known to teach them and free them. A most dangerous man.”

Doctor Edwards was almost afraid to go on for fear Magistrate Smythe would lash out or hit him, but he quickly said, “Magistrate Smythe, Peter Andrews is here, in Salem. He followed you from Boston. I have it on good authority he is staying with the old bitch Parris. I do not have to tell you how he could damage a trial.”

Magistrate Smythe picked up his whiskey glass and then drained it. “Doctor, this Andrews man must be removed. You must find a way. Everything we have done could end up being for naught if that man is allowed to testify.”

Daniel Flynn smiled and said, “Charles Mackenzie made me two new guns just before the wolves ate him. Sad to say for his last effort but the sights on those guns are far off. If I were to wander through the woods and aim, well, the wrong way…there is just no telling.”

Magistrate Smythe nodded. “No one could possibly blame you for the shoddy work of a dead gunsmith, Mister Flynn. Faulty gun sights are a terrible danger to us all.”

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