There’s no logic in these things. Detention would mean coming home late, which spelled distraction and trouble on the night of a kill. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. ‘I recall my father speaking of you as a Remenham. Voilà tout. “That thing’s going on,” she told herself. Until that moment, Jarvis had imagined the child to be safe in the wet-nurse’s cottage. And yet he knew that his skill was equal to that of any fashionable practitioner in Hong-Kong. ‘I try to be. “Bother it all!” she swore.
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