Chapter TwelveIt was over a week later that three figures, dressed in black, moved quickly and silently through a thick darkness. There were no streetlights to guide them, just a patchy glow from the moon and the stars above them. Kitto led the way. He and Jack had spent the last couple of nights casing the mansion, noting where the cameras were and plotting a route in. It looked as though there were two security guards, but they were rarely seen outside the house and spent most of their time indoors, presumably monitoring the cameras. Jack and Kitto were both confident they could enter the house undetected.
Lady Hammett owned all of the grounds they passed through, field after field. Apparently, she rented them out to local farmers. Her actual gardens were bordered by a tall hedge which
