Chapter Twenty-ThreeIt was still light at seven that evening when Yiannis casually strolled down the back lane behind the houses on Cavendish Square. He wasn’t entirely certain that what he was doing was the most intelligent thing. Anyone could see him. Anyone could easily stop him.
He paused, rethinking this idea. This was just reconnaissance, he reminded himself. He wasn’t actually going to take anything. He would most certainly need the cover of darkness in order to do that. Not to get in, but to get out and then back to Barre House with whatever he took.
He had learned his lesson well after his “excursion” into the Habernathys’ home. He’d had the hardest time getting what he’d taken back to Lord Pemberton-Howe’s home without causing anyone to notice him overmuch. Walking down the str
