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“What did he say?” Isabella asked

“He said that wickedness is in the blood”

Well, Saht about that

“Then you , Mr Fellows,” Isabella said with an air of determination

“It is too late I’ve no choice but to return to India” Fellows pushed Isabella forward, jabbed the barrel of the pistol into her side “Give the notebook to Lady Fernall”

“What about my money?” Blackwood asked

“You’ll get nothing froal Hand over the book”

Tristan doubted Felloould pull the trigger, but he would not take the chance

“Give him the notebook, Mr Blackwood”

Blackwood gruers, he held the book out in front of him

A pained groan and a sudden shuffling from behind the bush captured their attention

Lord Fernall shot up, punching wildly at the air

Tristan muttered a curse

“Forgive ri sharp” He gestured to a point over his shoulder “The blighter pinched me on the arm”

Someone? There was not a soul in the park