left?
“Kit?”
“Th e main shutoff valve for the pipes is out by the
boiler,” I told Doyle. My voice sounded fl at and hollow,
echoing in my own ears. “Or whatever is left of it.”
“Kit.” He put a hand under my elbow. “Come away
now.”
I pulled my arm away. “Go and shut off the water
before the place fl oods out. Please, Inspector.”
As soon as he left I went to my cashsafe to see if I did
have anything left. Th e door had been badly dented, but
it had not been opened; the locks had held. Quickly I
used the combination to release them and clean out the
safe, putting all the cash I had to my name in my reticule.
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Happily I’d never trusted banks, and kept only a small
amount of funds in my business account, to which Walsh
had likely already helped himself. Th en I went upstairs to
see what more he’d done.
Doyle stood waiting at the bottom of the stairs when
I came back down. “Did they get at the rest?”
I nodded. “He must have sent in a whole gang. By the
look of things they were well-paid, too.”
“I’ll have my men question the neighbors,” he assured
me. “We’ll fi nd them, Kit.”
“Don’t bother.” My heart felt like a stone in my chest.
“If you would post a beater outside to watch the place,
I’ll have someone over before nightfall to board up the
windows and doors.” I walked out.
“Where are you going?” Before I could answer, he
said, “Wherever it is, he’ll fi nd you.”
I didn’t look back at him. “Not this time, he won’t.”
Wrecker met me on the street halfway to the Eagle’s
Nest; he removed his cap and held it between his hands
but couldn’t seem to get any words out.
“I’ve seen it,” I told him. “I need someone to board up
the place.”
“Already on his way.” He scuffl ed his heels round the
snow a bit. “I’m real sorry, Miss Kit. No call to be doing
such things to a lady like you. Carri’s over here.”
Wrecker drove me the rest of the way to Rina’s house,
where I found her wrapped in furs and pacing back and
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forth in the alley. As soon as she spotted us she ran to the carri and practically dragged me out of it.
“Bugger all, Kit. Someone said you’d nearly been shot
outside court. I nearly worried myself into the vapors.”
She smothered me with her furry collar before holding
me at arm’s length. “Inside. Now.”
I followed her inside, up the stairs and into her
chambers, where she divested me of my cloak and used
her fi ngers to loosen the icy tresses round my face.
“I’ve put a tray upstairs, madam,” Almira said as she
came out of the kitchen. “Miss Kit.” She folded me into
her arms and gave me a tight hug. “Go on with you.”
Rina guided me upstairs to her chambers and forced
me to drink a cup of tea so hot it scalded me into silence.
Which was handy, as she had a great deal to get off her
chest.
“Bleeding Walsh’s going to pay for this, I swear on the
cross.” She threw her furs over a chair and kicked a tuff et across the room. “Having you tossed out your offi ce, then
taken in to court like some two-pence alley-tart—and
then, while you’re ducking bullets, razing your place?
It’s too much, even for a nobheaded, tightassed son of a
poxbox like him.”
“No, it wasn’t.” For some reason I couldn’t stop
thinking about Dredmore, and how quickly he had killed
the snuff mage outside court. Why had he come there? To
see me convicted, and applaud as I was sent off to prison?
Or to bribe someone to place me in his custody? Why
had he bothered to defend me?
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“Wrecker’ll do him in a minute,” Rina was still
ranting. “No, I think he’ll do him in hours and hours,
while we have a bottle of wine and watch and
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