Mr. & Mrs. Crescent
High on the instep, Mr. Crescent seeks to rise, with his wife, to the top. They stop at the inn on their way to London - or so they say. Quick to point the finger at someone else, Mr. Crescent blusters and blames. Is he trying to hide something? And is Mrs. Crescent using her husband to hide her own plans?
Mr. Crescent raised his chin above his somewhat old-fashioned, but nevertheless well-tailored jacket; his similarly styled wife stalwartly nodding in agreement.
“Mr. Crescent was particularly interested in what was happening. Mary said he cornered Mr. Freewater earlier and badgered him about something.”
Mrs. Crescent frowned, irritated at being outmaneuvered. “You should have arranged for something else, Mr. Black. It isn’t done.”
