Chapter Nineteen
Violet had no intention of sneaking into Saint Abbishaw’s house. She was a Garland, and Garlands weren’t voyeurs or eavesdroppers or housebreakers. They didn’t poke through other people’s belongings, even if those people were thieves. Although . . . she had looked at Freddy Stanhope’s collection, and she had kept five illustrations, so didn’t that make her someone who went through other people’s belongings? And didn’t it also make her a thief?
The answer to both those questions was, of course, yes.
Violet perched on a rooftop across from Saint Abbishaw’s house on Conduit Street and ruminated on the unwelcome realization that she was a thief.
She couldn’t undo the poking through Freddy’s belongings, but she could return the five drawings. She decided to do that. Just as
