Sherlock Holmes And The Missing Shakespeare - Plot & Excerpts
Now, he was raging inside. He felt betrayed and lost at the thought that everything he had ever known was a lie. Upon further reflection, he realized that that was exactly what his life had been. One long string of sad lies. “The question, ‘brother,’” he said tersely, anger making his voice sound like barrels of rocks rolling down the side of a hill, “is what you’re going to do about this.” “Neither of us would ever be able to hold our heads up in polite society again if any of this change gets out,” Roger stated, hating that he was being faced with the types of decisions he was having to make. “It seems that the practical thing to do is to proceed as normal. No one’s been hurt thus far but, as steward of this estate, I’m sure you know that it is my moral duty to protect its longevity and to ensure that it remains in the rightful hands.” Roger looked meaningfully at Reginald. While Roger had the hot blinding anger of a Celtic warrior; Reginald had the cold, determined, calculating anger of deep winter.
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