22. Two large fangs
“So there you go,” said Louisa. “It’s all quite simple really, and if you think about it rationally, it’s very lucky for you I was there.” She was sitting by a roaring fire in my rooms at Broad Street, a steaming mug of cocoa in her hand. We had both thawed a bit, in temperature and emotion. My admiration for her had not just been increased by a change in lighting but rather by the brave tale she had just told me. It went something like this.
It seems the young Louisa was full of pluck and always on the hunt for adventure. She despised the cosy caged life her father imposed on her, something perhaps due to the number of mystery novels she’d read as a child. She had discovered an outlet for her adventurous urges thanks to a curious quirk of architecture. Her bedroom w
