“Four sons, Your Grace.” Jones looked understandably miserable, quite accurately anticipating Adam’s displeasure with the news. “Gordon, who just left. George, who is next.” “And also an idiot, no doubt,” Adam added under his breath. “Gary is the third. Lastly is Gerald.” “Mr. and Mrs. Hewitt, apparently, were not aware of the existence of any letter other than G,” Adam observed dryly.
