Chapter Thirteen
The next morning, Violet found her brother in the library with an encyclopedia laid out on the table. “Rhodes? I won’t be attending the Honeywells’ ball tonight.”
“No?”
“I’m going to help Wintersmith watch for a thief.”
Rhodes looked up from the encyclopedia. “Violet,” he said, in the sort of voice he used when he told his children not to do something.
“I’m an adult,” she reminded him. “I can do what I wish.”
“Within reason.”
“This is within reason. There’s no danger at all. I’ll be observing from a distance.”
Rhodes did not look convinced.
“And anyway, Wintersmith thinks there’s a good chance the thief won’t come.”
Her brother sighed and rubbed above his right eyebrow, as if he had a headache. “Violet, involving yourself in something like this isn’t good ton.”
