PART THREE - THE ENGRAVER AND PRINTER
It was now late evening and Noella tentatively tapped an impeccably glossy front door to a grand terraced house in Barclay Square. Her excitement of the day, and the thrill of meeting Count Ferrari, had evaporated into a weary need for food and a bed. Her delicate knocking was on account of the serene stillness of the city street and an anxiety to avoid waking anyone unnecessarily.
Our newly appointed stunt reporter had arrived in this affluent residential area only a few moments before, having returned to the newspaper following her encounter with the eminent philatelist in Cullum Street. Noella had wanted to
