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"Well," Leander said, brushing off his clothes, "it’s too bad they only have gas fireplaces in that house, or you’d be quite the hero"

I sat down on the woodpile "I don’t need to be a hero"

"I know," he said "Soh, it’s easier to be one than to be a person"

Together, we looked up to the looht Sherlock Holmes kept bees," I said I could open all the apiary doors I could funnel the room and let them build honeycoe is my sister Arao all that often She doesn’t much like visitors"

I lifted an arot all the friendly genes in the fa with the family home" There was a trace of bitterness in his voice "But yes, you’re right I have friends I throw parties I, shockingly, leave my house on occasion And, if my deductions are correct, I’m the only Holmes in recent memory to fall in love"

I opened ht better of it If the two of them were in love, it seemed like it was beside the point

"Are you still with hihed, and sat down next to ht "What is it that you want froive aries Those ter to say either of those things; I was about to tell him to stay out of our business But it wasn’t our business, anyht noe’re o back to hoas before" It sounded siive you soht around us, cloaked and sad "A girl like her wasn’t ever a girl--and still, she is one And you? You’re going to get yourself hurt either way"

Speaking of vagaries "What do you h"

I was too exhausted to talk it through further, so I changed the subject "Have you been learning anything? Fro useful to take back to Germany?"

His eyes narrowed "Of a sort I learned that I need to have a ith Hadrian Moriarty But then, I iine I’m not alone in that"

Hadrian Moriarty was an art collector, a high-class swindler, and, as I’d learned this fall, a frequent and valued guest on Europeantalk shows I wasn’t surprised to hear he was involved in an art scandal