Rounding the bend in the stairs, Fury did her best to keep her gauzy veil intact. Frau Berthe's wasn't a place a woman of any standing should be seen in. Alive or dead. But since she began to think she'd no standing anymore in any case, she'd gone past caring whether it mattered.

And in any case not only was she veiled, she was cloaked. So long as Lady Margaret never found out Fury had set foot in a whore house. And how the blazes would she? Fury had been very careful coming ...