Chapter 29 The Thunderbeard Cometh

• The inspector arrived at noon.
• I saw his cart first, a sturdy wagon pulled by two massive mountain horses with shaggy coats and patient eyes. The driver was a young man with a nervous face, but the passenger beside him commanded all attention.
• Master Edward Thunderbeard was not tall, but he was wide. His shoulders strained against a heavy wool coat, and his beard was the color of iron, braided into three thick ropes that fell past his chest. He wore no spectacles, carried no notebook. He simply sat with his arms crossed, staring at the inn like a general surveying a battlefield.