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Benson followed me inside, and led Cecil into the study. I was curious to know what was going to happen to my now-precarious position, and snuck down the passage. The idea to hide on the other side of the door was nixed when I remembered what Benson had done to Sievers’ eavesdropping; I wouldn’t make the same mistake. The old walls of that house were thin, so I tiptoed into the living room, wincing at every creak beneath my feet, and stuck my ear against the wall that separated that room from the study. Their voices came through like they were standing on the other side of a paper-thin wall, which they were.
“That was quite a show, Cecil. Did you mean to scare the girl half to death?” I heard Benson ask his guest.
“If she scared that easily than she didn’t deserve to be your secr
