Higgins was hovering in the hallway. “Master Kipp—”
“Did you take my duffel to my room? I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but I won’t be staying. Please have it brought down.” I’d left my laptop in Sir’s study. I couldn’t go back in there. I ran a hand through my hair, scrambling to come up with a plan.
I’d tell Higgins to call me a cab, and while he was so occupied, I’d slip down to the kitchen and talk to Mrs. Wales. Our cook had always liked me, and perhaps she could go into Sir’s study after things quieted down and retrieve it for me. I forced myself not to think of the Zune stored in a side pocket of the case, or all my grades and work that were on the hard drive.
“And call a cab for me.”
“I was about to say you have a phone call.”
“I’m not taking any calls.”
“Your grandfather—”
