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“Anyway, Luce…” Lockwood cleared his throat. “I was going to ask if you—”
A shrill whistle came from the top of the kitchen steps. We looked up to see Kipps peering out at us. “Hope I’m not disturbing you,” he said. “Just thought you’d like to know that the Winkmans have arrived.”

“I completely cleaned them out of sinister protective clothing. There’s going to be a lot of disappointed criminals in the East End till they get their next delivery.”

“The house was our sanctuary, a refuge from ghosts and other, darker things. And the happiest times of all were the breakfasts we enjoyed after a successful case, with the windows open onto the garden, and the sunlight streaming in.”

“You’re going to do something stupid,” I said. “I know you. I can tell.”
He brushed hair from his eyes. “That makes two of us, then. What’s your crazy plan?”
“The usual. I was hoping to talk to it and calm it down. Yours?”
“Thought I’d slow it by cutting off its legs.”
I grinned at him. “We’re so similar.”