"I best get upstairs," Urquhart says. "No idea when the banker will want me tomorrow to be guarded while he goes about his business."

He bends, kisses her cheek, and then takes his mug of hot tea with whisky upstairs.

This time, he thinks it better to quietly knock on Moist's door. Nobody is about, but if anybody came around the corner or up the stairs, he'd have a reason to talk to Moist now that they're officially associated.