—From the personal dictionary of Caroline Trent

One moment Caroline was crawling on all fours, and the next she was as flat as a crepe, with a large, heavy, and oddly warm weight on her back. That, however, wasn't nearly so disconcerting as the cold gun pressed up against her ribs.

“Don't move,” a voice growled in her ear. A familiar voice.

“Blake?” she croaked.

“Caroline?” Then he uttered a word so foul she'd never heard of it before, and she thought she had heard them all from her various guardians.

“The very one,” she replied with a gulp, “and I really couldn't move, anyway. You're rather heavy.”

He rolled off her and pierced her with a stare that was one part disbelief and thirty-one parts unadulterated fury. Caroline found herself wishing it were the other way around. Blake Ravenscroft was definitely not a man to cross.

“I am going to kill you,” he hissed.

She gulped. “Don't you want to lecture me first?”

He stared at her with a heavy dose of stupefaction. “I take that back,” he said with precisely clipped words. “First I am going to strangle you, and then I am going to kill you.”

“Here?” she asked doubtfully, looking around. “Won't my dead body look suspicious in the morning?”

“What the hell are you doing here? You had explicit instructions to stay—”

“I know,” she whispered urgently, pressing her finger to her lips, “but I remembered something, and—”

“I don't care if you remembered the entire second book of the Bible. You were told—”

James put a hand on Blake's shoulder and said, “Hear her out, Ravenscroft.”

“It's the butler,” Caroline put in quickly, before Blake changed his mind and decided to strangle her after all. “Farnsworth. I forgot about his tea. He has a strange habit, you see. He takes tea at ten every night. And he walks right by…” Her voice trailed off as she saw a beam of light moving in the dining room. It had to be Farnsworth, holding a lantern as he walked through the hall. The dining room doors were usually left open, so if his lantern was rather bright, they would be able to see its glow through the window.

Unless he'd heard something and had actually gone into the dining room to investigate…

All three of them hit the ground with alacrity.

“He has very keen ears,” Caroline whispered.

“Then shut up,” Blake hissed back.

She did.

The traveling light disappeared for a moment, then reappeared in the south drawing room.

“I thought you said Prewitt keeps this room locked,” Blake whispered.

“Farnsworth has a key,” Caroline whispered back.

Blake motioned to her with his hands to move away from the south drawing room window, and so she slithered on her belly until she was next to the dining room. Blake was right behind her. She looked around for James, but he must have gone around the corner in the opposite direction.

Blake pointed to the building and mouthed, “Closer to the wall.” Caroline followed his instructions until she was pressed up against the cool exterior stone of Prewitt Hall. Within seconds, however, her other side was pressed up against the warm body of Blake Ravenscroft.