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After Madame Kindred had spoken to the maid, Luc finally identified the accent he'd heard in her French—American, but Southern. So she was a former Confederate, likely an expatriate who had escaped to Europe. That made her more than a glorified art thief. She had family connections. And money, most likely, although why would she be working? And what was she doing on the ship alone? He'd thought the older gentleman he'd seen her with at the airship dock had been her husband, but the man had handed her out of the carriage, supervised the unloading of the crates containing Luc's family heirlooms, and then driven off. There had been no sign of affection, but that didn't necessarily mean anything, especially in a couple of such disparate ages. Now she preceded him through the narrow hallway an