Ah. He had caught the gossip bug – and been infected badly by it, to boot. Zechariah did not fault him for either. Were the damned rag not so readily available, he would be tempted to pay into it himself.

“Bizarre constable gossip or something. Save yourself the trouble. Some girl is insisting Wilde had no sons all because he is presumed a sodomite, so God knows where the fifth of her truth lies.”