![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() He might die down here before they could get out. Sinclair’s face was gray-white, his voice, as reassuring as he tried to make it, dry and growing faint. But here they were, stuck down a hole, with men roaming the streets looking for them. Sinclair needed to be examined and stitched up. There wasn’t quite as much blood as Bertie feared, but that didn’t mean the wound was trivial. The handkerchief grew bright red with blood. “They’re good at making people believe they can’t be that bad. “Confidence tricksters talk their way out of everything,” Bertie said. I’d thought James safely in a prison somewhere long ago, or maybe dead and gone, but he must have persuaded the prison governors to let him out. It appears that James hired Devlin to try to find you to hurt me. “I’ve dragged you straight into my troubles. “I’m sorry, Bertie.” Sinclair stroked the backs of her fingers. Dad hates Devlin more than he can be angry at me, that’s for certain.” ![]() “That he didn’t swallow his fear and take money from Devlin for bringing you to him?”īertie nodded. “Are you sure your father only wanted to warn you?” Sinclair asked. ![]()
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