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Hyacinth plucked the book in question off a nearby table and opened it to the spot she hadback and forth to check

“H from in that time”

“Two at least, I should think,” Hyacinth ue”

Lady Danbury attempted to peer at the book over her shoulder “Do you think it possible? A bit of the bubonic would do wonders for the prose”

Hyacinth chuckled “Perhaps that should have been the subtitle Miss Butterworth and the Mad Baron, or”—she lowered her voice dramatically—“A Bit of the Bubonic”

“I prefer Pecked to Death by Pigeons myself”

“Maybe we should write a book,” Hyacinth said with a shteen

Lady Danbury looked as if she wanted to clap Hyacinth on the head “That is exactly what I’ve been telling you”

Hyacinth scrunched her nose as she shook her head “No,” she said, “it really wouldn’t be much fun past the titles Do you think anyone would wish to buy a collection of a book titles?”

“They would if it had reat authority “Speaking of which, how is your translation of ?”

Hyacinth’s head bobbed slightly as she tried to follow Lady D’s convoluted sentence structure “I’ to do with people being compelled to purchase a book with your name on the cover?”

Lady Danbury waved her hand forcefully in the air as if Hyacinth’s co she could push away “You haven’t told ,” she said

“I’h,” Hyacinth adht, and I a it a much more difficult task than I had anticipated”

Lady D nodded “She was a lovely woman”

Hyacinth blinked in surprise “You knew her? Isabella?”