Chapter Twenty-Five
Violet’s first task of the day was to speak with Rhodes. She traced him up to the nursery, where he’d eaten breakfast with the children, then down to the mews. He’d gone for a canter in Hyde Park. Usually, he read the newspapers after that, so she retreated to the library.
She didn’t have to wait long. “Good morning,” her brother said, entering the room. He looked rather windswept, his cheeks pink with color.
“Good morning. Do you have a moment? I’d like to tell you about last night.”
“Something happened?”
“Yes.”
Rhodes sat in his usual armchair, with the newspapers laid out on the table alongside. “Tell me.”
“Wintersmith searched the thief’s house and he came home early—the thief, that is—and almost caught him. He had to escape via the roof. I was afraid he’d fa
