How it opens
The fog came up the river that November and took the lamps one by one, like a creditor.
You were walking home from a dead dinner party along the Embankment when a boat knocked the stairs below you.
Josiah KaneThe packet, sir. In my breast. Take it to the Tagus, to the grey steamer, and say the word Matari to nobody.
Choose
Take the packet where it lay, against your better judgment and every sane instinct.
Send one of the carriers for the police and stay holding him up.
Ask him who he is, and what the packet is, before you touch it.