“I know you won’t. You’re not a mustache-twirling villain, like the men in those penny stories.” His jaw dropped open, but she didn’t have time for more banter. Gorcey must be found before Mulligan had a chance to warn him. She let herself out and started down the corridor. Just as she reached the stairs, Mulligan came up behind her. “Miss Greene.” She looked up at him. His broad chest and shoulders nearly blocked all of the soft gaslight overhead. “Yes?” “I may not have a mustache but I am indeed a villain. You’d be wise to remember it.”
