He collected the tray and ascended the backstairs, extinguishing lights as he went. “A boy about stockings,” he said when he came to the bedroom. “Now, there’s a comfort for the troops.” Doyler turned from the window. “If ever you lays a hand on that one you’re dead.” MacMurrough grinned and tossed him his badge. “I believe you may have mislaid this. Careless, very.” “Dead meat, you got that?”
