“I want you to get this man anything he requires.” Corbyn indicated Sanders, then retrieved a few coins from his waistcoat pocket and extended them to her.

Her eyes lit up when she saw the coins. “I’d be happy to do so, Mister,” she said.

Corbyn pushed back his chair and rose. “If you will excuse me, I need to get back to work.”

“May I walk with you?” Stewart asked, rising.

“I would be honored.”

After they exited the pub, Stewart glanced over at him. “What’s the plan?”

“The plan?”

“Yes. When do you want to raid the building on Dupress Street?” Stewart questioned eagerly.

“I’ll take care of it.”

“You will?”

Corbyn nodded as he put his hand up to signal a hackney. “I have more than enough available agents to handle this.”

Stewart turned to face him, then said, “I don’t doubt that, but I would like to see this assignment through.”

“It could be dangerous,” Corbyn warned.

“We just saved a man from a building rigged with explosives,” Stewart remarked.

“True,” Corbyn said as a hackney came to a stop in front of him. “Meet me at my townhouse tomorrow at nine.”

Stewart opened the door to the coach. “Can I get a lift across Town?”

“I am only going as far as Hawthorne House.”

“May I join you that far, then?”

Corbyn bobbed his head. “Yes, you may.”

After they were situated in the hackney, Stewart asked, “How many agents do you intend to bring in on this assignment?”

“Just one more.”

With a baffled look, Stewart asked, “Do you truly believe that will be enough?”

“I do.”

Stewart glanced out the window as he muttered, “Why are agents so blasted sure of themselves?”

“And Runners aren’t?” Corbyn asked knowingly.

Bringing his gaze back, Stewart smirked. “Fair enough, but why not bring ten agents when you raid the building?”

“That would attract far too much attention,” Corbyn replied. “I am confident that three of us can handle the task.”

“Why do you have so much faith in this other agent?”

“I have worked with him before, and I trust him with my life.”

“That is good, I suppose.”