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Henry Davidson watched Monsieur Firmin and the automaton unload all the art that the Marquis—yes, Henry indulged in a moment of pride when his guess had been confirmed—had just gone through. Whatever they all sought, it wasn't in there. Firmin re-packed the crate carefully, demonstrating his knowledge of how to store works of art. Too bad the man had the personality of a crook. He would have made a great addition to the art world in the newly re-United States. Not that it was unheard of for a criminal to escape the old world and reinvent himself in the new. Henry, although not a criminal, had entertained such thoughts for his own future. What would it be like, he wondered, to not be Inspector Davidson, but to just be Henry, with a wife and family and normal life?
But the only woman he
