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Despite the protests of the crowd, the trio somehow convinced Lady Shillington that it was right and proper for them to leave Marsden Court. After bathing, dressing and breakfasting, they reassembled in Pixley’s room.
“Why are we going to the village? And why make a fuss about it?” Fina plopped down on a lilac chair in the corner of Pixley’s immaculate room.
Holding her skirt, Ruby lowered herself into an overstuffed chair opposite Fina. “Two reasons. First, I want to make the thief nervous. Let them stew.”
“So it wasn’t the twins.” Pixley lay on his bed with his hand propping up his head. His feet, clad in brown brogues, dangled over the edge.
“No. I’m not sure why, exactly, but I don’t think they’re the thieves. They wouldn’t admit to putting Benzedrine in our drinks if they were
