“Jack. Where are the letters now?” Oliver was still sprawled languidly on the chaise. Jack needed to get out of this room before he started saying things that would later embarrass him. “Follow me and I’ll show you.” He dearly hoped he was right, because getting this wrong would make him look a right clod. They crept down the dark corridors without even a candle. It was a tricky business, feeling your way around a strange house, but Jack had paced out the distance earlier in the evening. The house was quiet. Even the servants were likely in bed at this hour, and the only sound was the scuff of
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