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  1. WEDNESDAY, MARCH 3, 1666
  2. CHAPTER 1
  3. CHAPTER 2
  4. CHAPTER 3
  5. CHAPTER 4
  6. CHAPTER 5
  7. CHAPTER 6
  8. CHAPTER 7
  9. CHAPTER 8
  10. CHAPTER 9
  11. THURSDAY, MARCH 4, 1666
  12. CHAPTER 10
  13. CHAPTER 11
  14. CHAPTER 12
  15. CHAPTER 13
  16. CHAPTER 14
  17. CHAPTER 15
  18. CHAPTER 16
  19. CHAPTER 17
  20. CHAPTER 18
  21. CHAPTER 19
  22. CHAPTER 20
  23. CHAPTER 21
  24. CHAPTER 22
  25. CHAPTER 23
  26. CHAPTER 24
  27. CHAPTER 25
  28. Chapter 26
  29. CHAPTER 27
  30. CHAPTER 28
  31. CHAPTER 29
  32. CHAPTER 30
  33. CHAPTER 31
  34. CHAPTER 32
  35. CHAPTER 33
  36. CHAPTER 34
  37. CHAPTER 35
  38. CHAPTER 36
  39. CHAPTER 37
  40. FRIDAY, MARCH 5, 1666
  41. CHAPTER 38
  42. CHAPTER 39
  43. CHAPTER 40
  44. CHAPTER 41
  45. CHAPTER 42
  46. CHAPTER 43
  47. CHAPTER 44
  48. CHAPTER 45
  49. CHAPTER 46
  50. CHAPTER 47
  51. CHAPTER 48
  52. CHAPTER 49
  53. CHAPTER 50
  54. CHAPTER 51
  55. CHAPTER 52
  56. MARCH 6–7, 1666
  57. CHAPTER 53
  58. CHAPTER 54
  59. CHAPTER 55
  60. A FEW MATTERS OF HISTORICAL NOTE
  61. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  62. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  63. Also by Kevin Sands

“Next, start with M, go to I, and we get… W.”

T E M P L A R S T E M P L A R S T E

M O I U R H J B X A M G X B H B L L

T K W

I already didn’t like what we were seeing. And I was right not to. Deciphering the whole message left us with nonsense.

T E M P L A R S T E M P L A R S T E

M O I U R H J B X A M G X B H B L L

T K W F G H S J E W A R M B Q J S H

“It didn’t work,” Tom said.

I shook my head. TEMPLARS wasn’t the key.

Tom thought some more. “What about ‘treasure’?”

We tried that next.

T R E A S U R E T R E A S U R E T R

M O I U R H J B X A M G X B H B L L

T X E U Z N S X E J I G F H Q X S U

It didn’t get us anywhere, either.

I sighed. Figuring out a key was never easy. We’d just have to keep going until we found it. Tom and I tried whatever we could think of that fit the riddle. ASSASSIN. LOUISXIV. KING. Even RAVEN.

I really hoped that last one wouldn’t be the answer—and it wasn’t. All I ended up with was a similar jumble of letters that meant nothing.

“Maybe we’ve got the wrong idea,” Tom said.

“How do you mean?”

“What if it’s a different code?”

That was a possibility. If the cipher wasn’t Vigenère, then the square would never give us the answer. But it was just as possible we hadn’t figured out the right key yet. After all, the only cipher we’d used in Paris that needed a key was Vigenère—

Wait.

Maybe that’s what the hint about Paris meant. We were supposed to use the same key we’d used to solve the riddle there.

The key in Paris turned out to be RAI. Excited, I tried it.

R A I R A I R A I R A I R A I R A I

M O I U R H J B X A M G X B H B L L

V O A D R Z S B P J M Y G B Z K L D

But that didn’t work, either.

Now I was totally stumped. Further thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Dobson had returned. “The Marquess of Chillingham requests your company, sirs. At your earliest convenience.”

Diplomatic, our Dobson. What Lord Ashcombe had likely said was Get those two idiots here now.

“What did you do?” Tom said to me as Dobson led us through the palace.

“Nothing,” I said. “Why do you always assume everything’s my fault?”