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Allison had undergone a coe, he realized He smiled "Rome wasn’t built in a day"

She obviously wasn’t impressed with his cliché "But two friends have died in a rab a sandwich and head on up"

Thirty minutes later they were back in the attic Allisonfinancial papers to put with financial papers, bookings for private events with bookings for other private events, and research materials with other research ested he read; she knehat she was doing

He came across a number of articles on the people of Philadelphia at the time of the Revolution and found himself fascinated by these snippets of history He’d assumed that, with the exception of the Civil War, their own era was the nized that the founding fathers hadn’t had an easy task Nor had the patriots and their families There were cases in which sons were determined on the Revolution while their fathers were adamant that they pack up for Canada--the British colonies--"until the foolish fighting and dying was over" There were sad huhters who’d married into patriot or Loyalist families when their parents were on the opposite side

As he read through newspaper, azine and other articles printed fro ether but seemed troubled She looked at hiainst the wall, his pile of research materials before him She indicated the pile "Of course," he told her

"I was thinking about a certain article It ritten by a h school history teacher in Maryland and then e and had his own tour coton, and even the enlisted ht," Tyler said, producing the article he’d been reading about Beast Bradley just before he’d made Julian’s acquaintance and the others had arrived "It’s by Martin Standish Is this it? ‘Brian Bradley was born to Lord and Lady Bradley in Yorkshire, England, in 1750 His fae to the Royal House of Hanover--literally, he was born with a silver spoon ready for his mouth’"

"Yes--I mean, no," she said "That was the first of two articles he wrote I’d been planning to drive down to see him He’s a brilliant man The first article focused on Bradley He wrote another on Lucy and her patriot lover, Stewart Douglas--and that’s goneI remember that he focused on the Tarleton fa as the crises calas were killed during the war--but there’s no proof They were presumed dead Neither of them appeared to claim their property afterward, and because of who he was, it was assumed that perhaps Bradley’s own men did him in and that’s why there’s no record of it And of course hundreds of men died on battlefields and were never identified"

"I’d like to see that second article," Tyler said "Can’t you just bring it back up online?"

"I’m sure I could"

"But ould someone take it?" he asked

"I don’t know He quotes from letters he has in his own possession and they make her patriot lover sound like a bit of an ass Maybe that’s what soested

"He’s not even buried here, is he? Stewart Douglas, I mean Do you speak about him on the tours?"

"Sometimes We would’ve spoken about him a lot more if he was buried here, but he isn’t"

"Was he supposed to have killed Beast Bradley in retaliation?"

"We don’t know I guess that’s one theory All we know is that neither of theland--so the assurave at soh historians knohat happened to a lot of rank-and-file soldiers Those two just seem to have disappeared"

"Have you spoken with this fellow--Martin Standish?"

"I’ve emailed hireat that people at the house aren’t just ignoring hiuess he tried to make contact years before and he was shut out I can call hiave him a puzzled look "Do you think he can help?"

"Maybe" Tyler stood, yawning "Okay, I’ve got to call it quits That means you have to call it quits The rest of the house has called it quits"

"I can keep going--"

"No I want you across the hall I want to juhtest sound cohed "I am tired"

"Then we definitely call it quits No one’ll be coet in the house without us knowing it No one--dead or alive--canon one of Sean’s screens Bed," he said firmly

She lowered her head for a moment and then nodded "Fine"

He didn’t turn out the attic lights; he wanted anything that happened up there clearly visible on the screens

They went downstairs to the second floor

Julian--or Julian’s spirit--was sluhost, he seeht," Allison whispered to Tyler

"Good night," he said "Leave the door cracked If anything happens, screaht with you"

Men were supposed to have the utters, Allison told herself

But when Tyler had said that one word--bed--her hts