Malachi rose from the pew, approaching the visitor with a calm and confident stride. His hands folded neatly at his back on his way.

“A hotel…?”

He looked thoughtful for a moment or two, before recognition flickered in his eyes.

“Ah- yes. Edmund Reynolds, you mean? I came across him and his younger sister late one night, and as they had nowhere to stay, I put them up in a room. You’re considering hiring him?”