She knew Whit had disposed of the spiders, but it was difficult not to be a touch jumpy. Finding everything in appropriate order, she stepped inside and closed the door. That was when she noticed the folded paper tacked to the inside of the door. Frowning, she pulled it down and opened it.Miss Browning,The earl’s study. Midnight, to night. There will be a discussion it is in your best interest to accidentally overhear. The adjoining sitting room will be unoccupied at that time.Yours most faithfully,A concerned friend.A concerned friend? She flipped the note over, but finding the other side blank, flipped it back and read again. What sort of concerned friend couldn’t be bothered to speak to her in person?She didn’t recognize the choppy handwriting, but it was clearly that of an adult, which ruled out the possibility of another of Victor’s pranks. Perhaps it came from Miss Heins—she seemed the sort to leave notes. But she would have had to sneak into this room to do so, and Miss Heins didn’t seem to be that sort at all.Baffled, curious, Mirabelle tapped the paper against her hand and debated.
