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“You’re off your chump,” Bruno said, unconcerned by the accusations. “Would you like to prove what you’re saying?” Fina detected a definite threatening note below the breezy exterior.
Cecily squeaked, “You hired us to steal the formula. You work for the British government.”
“I do, dear girl, I work for the British government. A member of parliament obviously works for the government.” He waved his cigar at the crowd. “The ravings of drug-addled brains, ladies and gentlemen. I ask you.”
Fina nodded at Ruby and withdrew the scrap of newsprint from her pocket.
Mrs Bramble slipped back into the room. The little blighter must have fallen asleep.
“Ah, Mrs Bramble, thank you for rejoining us,” said Ruby.
Holding the slip of paper aloft, Fina said, “Someone left this scrap of paper in my
