The likelihood Mathius had property in the British Museum was, of course, ludicrous. And yet, he looked at me with great expectation.
"Your medallion," I said.
He shrugged. "Well, naturally I stole it first, from an old man outside the place. Then the b****y bobbies lifted it from me, didn't they, the last time I was pinched. Gave it to the b****y museum, they did."
This was preposterous. "I'm not breaking the law for you." What an outrageous idea. "I'm not a thief."
His face hardened, the criminal he was showing through. "Smuggling you and your compatriots out of the city could get me killed, witch. What I'm asking is fair compensation."
"You're a thief, aren't you?" I slowly looked him up and down, my distain clear. Annie giggled behind her hands, eyes sparkling. "Go steal it yourse
