Jane was beginning to understand. “The tweed suits. The worn leather boots and the fishing hat. His appearance as a country gentleman from a bygone era was nothing but a costume?” Sinclair touched her arm. “No, Miss Jane. Aloysius Steward is the epitome of a country gentleman. Everything you know about him is true. He just never revealed his special talents to you. In turn, yours must also be kept secret. If you are bruised during Tae Kwon Do practice, you’ll say you fell off your bike. If you’re cut juggling daggers, you’ll tell people that you were distracted in the act of chopping onions.”
