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Without a whimper or ain her eyes made his chest sith pride She really was a remarkable woman

Mr Blackwood atteh the , but he stuht but the sole of his shoe was visible

Tristan suppressed a snigger “Once you have found your feet, you are to open the door for Lady Fernall I shall enter via the ”

“It doesn’t seeroaned

Tristan watched Isabella until she entered the building After a minute or so, she appeared at the raised sash and assisted hih into a small parlour

Whilst Tristan brushed the cobwebs and dirt from his coat and breeches, Mr Blackwood fiddled about with a tinderbox, lit the solitary candle and placed it on the ered in the air but their host raced to the , pulled down the sash and drew the dusty drapes

The sparsely furnished roos were farroom in Brook Street

“You estured to the sofa He waited for the into the chair nearest the hearth

Tristan observed thelow and his shoulders hunched, he did not appear to be capable of general everyday tasks, let alone theft and murder

“Do you knoe are here?” Tristan stared at the sorry state of a aze

“How did you knohere to find me?” Mr Blackwood looked up A thick, dark line of hair ran the breadth of his forehead, giving the appearance of one eyebrow, not two

“A char lady in Gerrard Street told us where to co a hint of pride in their investigative abilities

Mr Blackwood did not pass conation “I suppose it was too o about unnoticed”

Isabella straightened “Do you not have so to say toa rather terrifying welcoe?”

The host then?”