Chapter 7
The kitchen proved to be on the same floor, down a short hallway. Kit, upon locating it, also found a kettle and what on inspection proved to be tea leaves, old and crumpled but usable. With the help of trained Bow Street investigative skills, he figured out the modern pipes and stove—the late Earl had clearly spared no expense involving his own comfort—and tried to make water heat faster by glaring at it. Harry needed hot tea.
He rummaged through the pantry. Unearthed blackberry preserves, dried peas, and startlingly recent-looking bread and cheese. Kept an empathic ear open, listening in on the other room, the other presence.
The blizzard howled and raged and battered the world. Kit’s clothes, soggy with melting snow, left puddles on the floor.
Out in that other room, Harry
