His name was Will Fowler, an actor in the esteemed theatrical company called Lord Westfield''s Men, a vibrant young man flushed from the success of a recent performance at the Queen''s Head theatre. So exuberant was he that he persuaded the resourceful manager of the company, Nicholas Bracewell, to quaff a pint or two at a nearby pub.Alas, it was to be Will''s last taste of beer. A tavern brawl left him dead - but not before he gasped for Nicholas to find his fast-fleeting, red-bearded murderer and administer a just revenge. Yet finding Will''s murderer in London''s dark, crowded streets was a seemingly impossible task - not to mention the fact that Lord Westfield''s Men were just commanded to appear at the court of Elizabeth I - an honour one dare not refuse. . .
