“You – out of bed this instant!” she yelled.
“W-what is the matter?” Elvira could not help but cower.
“As if you didn’t know!” snorted Lady Cruddock. “As if you weren’t involved!”
“But I don’t – I’m not,” Elvira countered, although she had no idea of the accusation.
“Out of bed and follow me this instant!” shrieked Lady Cruddock.
Elvira scrambled for her slippers and shawl for barely a second before Lady Cruddock seized her arm and hustled her out of the room.
“W-where are we going?” she asked tremulously.
“To the library,” came the short reply.
Elvira was out of breath by the time Lady Cruddock flung open the library door and pushed her through. Her eyes alighted first on Serge by the window, his expression black with rage and then she saw Lord Baseheart, pacing the floor like a m
