Chapter 8
He seemed to find his way without his eyes.
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By the next day, the house was quiet. The policemen were gone for the time being. Servants were dispatched to clean the study and put out the customary mourning adornments for the front door, pulled out of storage from Sophia’s mother’s death.
What a strange household, Concordia thought; not a single person red-eyed from crying, or grieved at the loss of the Colonel? Yes, there was agitation here, apprehension about a murderer at large who had struck as they slept. But nothing more. What sort of man had Colonel Adams been, to have left this world, without a single soul to mourn him?
Concordia had not been in the company of the colonel since her own father was alive, when the two men spent time together more than two decades
