They gathered in the receiving parlor since they expected Davidson to arrive momentarily. Lucille had sent a message for him to the nearest pneumatic tube delivery station in the old Gare du Nord. She now waited in her office for a reply. Marie noted how tired everyone looked with an extra layer of exhaustion on top of the wear of the siege.
No one likes to be trapped.
“He’s not going to like being interrupted at the crash site,” Johann said.
“True,” Lucille replied. “He may not come.”
“We can only hope,” Marie muttered. “Is it possible that the man fell from the airship?”
Radcliffe shook his head. “Not unless they stabbed him from behind first. His injuries are similar to those of Monsieur Cinsault.”
“What did you mean that you’re an accidental murderer?” Marie asked Edward.
Edward
