Steven’s brows rose. “Poppet?”
“I’ll explain later.” She suddenly realized all five men present — Nigel didn’t count, since he was unconscious — were looking toward her. She was, however temporarily, in a position of authority. They were willing to listen to her.
The first thing she wanted to do was give back a family heirloom. She pulled the snuffbox out of her pocket and handed it to Penrith. “Would you please return this to his grace, with my thanks?”
Penrith tucked the snuffbox into his waistcoat pocket. “Perhaps.” He winked at her.
“You borrowed a duke’s snuffbox?” Steven gave a low whistle.
Sir Nigel, on the floor at their feet, groaned.
She gave him a considering glance. “The Bow Street Runners would be interested in the office full of stolen goods.” From the corner of her eye
