I don’ need all that dosh fer shakin’ loose words loose no more! He knew who had set the fire! So the money he had been using to pay bribes could be used for—

For a room in th’ bastard’s own place!

Above, below, or to either side, it didn’t matter. So long as Skif had an adjoining surface, he could rig the means to hear what was going on no matter how quiet the conversation was. Bribes weren’t all he’d been paying for—he’d been getting lessons at spycraft. How to follow someone and not be detected. How to overhear what he needed to. In fact, so long as Skif had a room anywhere in the arsonist’s boarding house, he’d be able to eavesdrop on the man. It would just take a little more work, that was all.

He lifted his face to the drizzle and licked the cool rain from his lips, feeling that no wine could have a sweeter taste. I’m gonna get you now, he thought with glee. An’ once I know what you know—

Well.

Knives weren’t the only weapons. And poisons were a sight cheaper than tongue-loosening drugs.

“I don’ need a lot’ve room,” Skif said to the arsonist’s scrawny, ill-kempt landlord, who looked down at him with disinterest in his watery blue eyes. “No cook space, neither. Mebbe a chimbley an’ a winder, but mostly just ’nuff room t’ flop.”

“I mebbe got somethin’,” the landlord said at last. Skif nodded eagerly, and did not betray in the slightest that he already knew the landlord had exactly what he wanted, because Skif had bribed the tenant of the highly-desirable room right next to his target to find lodgings elsewhere. Young Lonar hadn’t taken a lot of bribing—he was sweet on a cookshop girl, and wanted some pretties to charm her out of her skirts and into his bed. Skif simply lifted a handful of jingling silver bangles from a dressing-table placed too near an open window; they were worth a hundred times to Lonar what Skif would have gotten for them fenced.

It had taken him time to work this out, time in which his anger kept ice water flowing in his veins and sparked his brain to clever schemes. First, finding out the arsonist’s exact room. Next, casing the place, and discovering who his neighbors were. Then picking the most bribable, and finally, the bribe itself.