Supper? Entering the brightly-lit hall, Cass knew one thing. This was going an awful lot better than she'd hoped, although what she'd hoped for, she wasn't sure.

She had the phial secure in her sleeve. It would be no trouble to administer it over a quiet brandy, and then search. It was a big house and the papers could be anywhere. In the library. A bedroom. The attic. She tried to keep her gaze from wandering across the checkered floor. A damnable habit but there it ...