The LieThe next morning, I pored over the newspaper, searching for clues as to the nature of the Red Dogs.
Little had happened overnight. There were no ads denouncing us, no editorials seeking new ideals …
“Anything of interest in the paper today?” Amelia said.
“Nothing noteworthy. Perhaps the villains took the day off.”
Amelia laughed.
But I would not be deterred. The Red Dog cards were either taunts or attempts at intimidation, and the thought of either infuriated me. I meant to get to the bottom of this.
At first, the idea of the kidnapper being at the Ball left me bewildered. But I realized there were many men at the Ball besides those announced on the list. Waiters, retainers, cooks, Men’s Room attendants, even the coat-man himself.
“I read the piece on your charity adventure i
