Already the air was so moisture-laden it dampened clothing and left the skin feeling clammy. Swells of waves crashed on the shingle beach and farther out white caps promised rough sailing for the few fishing vessels braving the winds. “At least Coffen won’t have talked Black into letting him take his curricle,” Corinne said to Luten, as they hurried out to the carriage. She was on pins and needles until they reached Nile Street and saw Coffen’s closed carriage parked outside with a few urchins examining it. Fitz watched them to see they didn’t pull any stunts. Looking around for Prance’s carriage, she noticed he hadn’t arrived yet, unless he came with Coffen. Finding the front door was still wedged shut, the Lutens went around to enter the back way into the kitchen. The door to the cellar was open. Luten called down and Coffen answered in an excited voice. “We’re down here, Luten. Come down quick. We’ve found something.” “Oh lord, I hope Cripps isn’t dead,” Corinne said, which sent Luten bucketing down the staircase with his wife following reluctantly behind him.
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