Chapter 49
Thou know’st we work by wit, and not by witchcraft.
II.iii
With a sinking heart, Concordia saw the carriage drive was empty when they pulled up in front of the Maynard house. Except for the driver, she and Flynn were alone.
Flynn unceremoniously dragged her out of the carriage. “Bring the lantern,” he called to his driver. He glared at Concordia. “I’ll be putting you where you canno’ cause me further trouble. There will be no window to climb out of this time.”
Her new place of imprisonment looked to be far less congenial than Dean Maynard’s bedroom. In the dim light of the single lantern, she could see they were headed for the root cellar. A wooden double door with a stout outer latch opened wide to a sloping entrance, stretching ten feet below ground.
“What are your inten
