Chapter 23The house seemed ever bigger on the inside as Edison trailed after the squire. Looking at the wooden floors, wood-clad walls adorned with paintings, and table after table beset with yet another valuable item, Edison decided that keeping the place clean would be a full-time job for the manor’s servants. Which means they’re likely to be too busy during the day, and too exhausted at night to see if anything out of the ordinary is happening.
“This way.” Mortimer’s voice jolted Edison back into the present as the man led him toward the back of the house, then threw open a set of doors inlaid with mother of pearl designs. “Here we go. An enviable selection, I think you’ll find.”
“Yes, indeed.” Edison had been taught to read, but although he recognised some titles, they weren’t his ch
