The QuestioningI’d not heard that bell since the day I fled Spadros Manor — it called every man not at some vital post to attend Tony at once.
“Lace me up,” I said. “Then find a weapon. We must be ready.”
A roaring commotion came from the downstairs hall, then silence. And in that silence, I rushed to my dresser and took out my second favorite boot-knife. My favorite one was wherever Jack Diamond had put the rest of my weapons when he captured me.
I needed to get those back. I felt sure Jonathan had them.
A burst of anger; I gripped the handle fiercely.
Amelia looked confused for a moment, then laid her hand upon one of the tea-table’s chairs.
After some time, Pearson’s heavy tread approached. “Your presence is required in the parlor, mum,” he said calmly, without opening the door.
