She paced restlessly to the door and back again, biting her tongue on the hot words begging to be uttered. She had already killed more than she wanted to count, yet she had counted them still. ‘This was a picture of Mary Remenham that I have found today. ” “And no one else—has a key?” “I believe,” she said, “that that man must have one. " Sir Rowland caught at a chair for support, and passed his hand across his brow, on which the damp had gathered thickly. Panic leapt into his eyes as he brought his wrist up just in time to parry the blade. She wondered who the girl might belong to as she patted dirt over the shallow grave. But I want to know what you are doing. I will confide it to Father Spencer, who will acquaint you with it when I am no more. ‘Charvill?’ uttered Roding frowningly. The door crashed back against the wall inside and both men hurtled into the room, weapons at the ready—and stopped dead.
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