The SecretsI carried my blue dress to my room. Amelia cleaned and bound my broken nail, got me changed from Madame’s mourning garb into my nightgown, and said goodnight. Then I went into the left side of my closets, to the back.
The paneled wall appeared as any other, but if I pressed on one panel just right, it moved inward far enough for me to slide it up. They’d found all my hiding places except this one.
In the space behind lay an envelope with the money I’d made over the years as an investigator and Dame Anastasia’s book on stage makeup. I wrapped these inside my blue dress. If I found a way to escape, a bundle would be quicker to retrieve.
I slid the panel back down, returned to my bedroom, poured a glass of bourbon, drank it, then poured another. I loved the taste, the burning in
