Chapter Thirteen
Clara returned downstairs to find an apparently empty ground floor. Hildy and Til were still checking the house, she supposed. She found the kitchen and set about making tea, laying out three cups. When Hildy returned a few minutes later, her face lit up at the sight of a steaming beverage waiting for her.
“Hasn’t it just been a long day,” she sighed, slumping into a chair. “Or a long week, actually. Til thinks we’re fine for a while and I can’t see any reason to disagree with him. Min reported that there are no crows. Where’s His Lordship?”
Clara snorted softly. “His Lordship is safely abed and probably already asleep by now. But you know him—I can’t absolutely guarantee that he won’t find a way to cause trouble while he’s unconscious.”
Hildy sipped tea. “He doesn’t m
