Chapter Twenty
Perry closed the door quietly behind him. If there’d been a servant in the entrance hall, he would have clapped a hand to his forehead and exclaimed that he’d entered the wrong house, but the entrance hall was empty—which was his second piece of luck. His first was that the door had been unlocked.
He stood for a moment listening intently, but there were no distant voices, no half-heard rustles or footsteps. If Saintbridge’s servants were engaged in their evening chores, those chores kept them busy elsewhere in the house.
Perry slipped a black halfpenny loo mask over his face, appropriated a lamp from the pier table, and swiftly reconnoitered the ground floor. He peeped into a dark parlor, a dark dining room, and a dark drawing room. None of those seemed likely places to f
