"It's in one of the houses by the river." Rose pointed in the general direction. "Mr. Meijer. A bit of an odd fellow, between you and me, but the working conditions are better than in York." She thought Mr. Meijer looked strangely familiar, so he must have lived in Whitby for a long time. But from what she could tell, if he was not in York for work, he seemed to stick to himself. Rose didn't mind. Back in York she had hated in when there were visitors, because it always meant twice as much work.