Chapter 20
The Earl of Ardingly regarded his eldest son coolly. “Surely you’re not surprised to find me here amongst the antiquities?”
One of the matrons hailed the under-librarian, who crossed the shed to answer her question. Henry drew his father into the far corner. “I’m not surprised to find you here. I am surprised to find you here on Friday, between two and three o’clock, sporting a lotus flower on your lapel, as that takes on a significant meaning. And you know it.”
His father blanched. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about—”
“You’re working with them!” Henry snapped. “The criminals who stole your cosmetics box. They stole a crate of items from the British Museum, did you know that? And they’ve gotten their hands on an even larger haul, with a sarcophagus and some statues an
