Tasha had more to share; the look of suppressed glee on her small face was proof enough of it. Konrad let her have her moment, following her through the creaking front door and up the narrow stairs with a passable air of obliviousness.
The place consisted of two rooms only, one facing the street and one backing onto the alley behind. The latter contained a bed, simple enough but strewn with good, brand-new blankets. A wall closet held a selection of clothing, all gentlemen’s attire: far too good for the type of man who usually inhabited such a house.
The room at the front held a simple couch, a mismatched chair, a few shelves containing cheap knick-knacks, and a low, plain oak table upon which an inexpensive oil-lamp stood. Nothing about the place suggested a man of means lived there, bu
