So Theo kept looking. Kept searching. Hoping.
He got up a few times to retrieve another book to add to their pile. For someone who’d not spent much time with books, Henry had squared up to the task; Theo guessed, though, that reading and composing intelligence reports and battlefield codes had provided a good working knowledge of how to sift through information.
They read quietly, occasionally making notes, or mentioning a suggestion.
Theo had library archives, comfortable chairs, a handsome gentleman, no need for small talk, reading together. If not for the subject matter, the morning might almost have been pleasant.
A bit after midday, he popped over to the faculty hall to bring back some tea and sandwiches—cucumber, cold ham, a sharp cheddar cheese—and a few fairy cakes, which he ha
