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Harry escorted me to the front door. “Sorry about that,” he said with a shake of his head.

“Don’t be. She clearly likes Miss Morris and hopes that you… She hopes to see her again.” I cleared my throat. “Shall we meet at your office tomorrow morning?”

“Ten o’clock, sharp. Can you manage an early start after a late night tonight?”

“How did you know I was in for a late night?”

He grinned. “You’re not the only good detective in London.”

I rolled my eyes. “You guessed, didn’t you, and I just confirmed it. Considering it’s the height of the season, it was quite an easy guess that I’d be going somewhere. A truly good detective would knowwhereI was going tonight.”

“The opera.”

I stared at him. How had he known that?

He gave me a smug look. He wasn’t going to tell me.

“Harry!” Mrs. Hobart called from behind him. “Come and help with the dishes.”

I wanted to tell him to reassure his mother that he liked Miss Morris very much, and ours was simply a professional relationship. But I simply gave him a wave and trotted down the front steps.

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