St. Cyprian stopped as he caught sight of the men. Gallowglass hadn’t been exaggerating about the masks. The newcomers were dressed in suits and ties of varying dark shades and three of the four wore plaster death-masks, each depicting the post-mortem grimace of a man or woman. The fourth man, bigger than the others, wore a hangman’s hood and leaned against the door to the bakery, blocking it with his lean bulk.
They were faced off with Wilde and her assistants—both women, and dressed for...