© 2022 Shelley Adina Chapter 1 Saturday, October 12, 1895 8:20 a.m. “Propriety?” Freddie Linden’s voice rose in disbelief. “Papa, after all we have been through to find you—facing death at gunpoint, near drowning, to say nothing of keeping ourselves and you out of gaol—your concern now is propriety?” Professor Ruldolf Linden gazed at his younger…