The StuntAfter all the excitement, I slept like the bird outside my window, waking later than I hoped. My carriage pulled up to the offices of Pike and Associates as the clock chimed half past ten.
“You’re late,” Doyle Pike said. “I trust you’ll be punctual next time. We have much to discuss.” He gestured to a chair on the other side of his desk. “I hope you’re feeling well?”
“Indeed.”
“Your little stunt might be useful after all.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Stunt, sir?”
“Trying to drink yourself to death. You haven’t told me everything, Mrs. Spadros, and I don’t appreciate that.”
“What would you like to know?”
“Everything about your relationship with Dame Anastasia. When you learned of her scam. Why you of all people were acting as her agent, and why you came to me for help. Why you lef
