Senlin had to pass several alcoves before he glimpsed the object of their attention. It was a brass eyepiece of the sort one might find on a telescope. The implication was almost immediately clear. The brass nubs in the walls of the staged mansion weren’t valves. They were peepholes. It took him a moment more to realize that this was good news. One man’s spy is another man’s witness! There had to be a witness to the ordeal. Someone witnessed Pining’s murder. Someone saw Mayfair fire at them and then drag Edith away with what must’ve been, Senlin shuddered to think, the vilest of intentions.
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