It was partially open, something that Goldstein never would have allowed. “Miss Grace, let me enter first.” Mitchell drew a pearl-handled pistol, his dark face lined with concern. Charity had changed out of her uniform in the backseat of the car, shoving the weapons and garish clothing into a large bag that was now slung over her shoulder. “I’m not some helpless little girl,” she pointed out, setting her bag down and fishing out a curved blade. “You move around back and make sure that no one gets out that way. I’ll go through the front.” Mitchell nodded and vanished into the gloom. Gravedigger swung open the door, slowly creeping inside. It was quiet inside, save for the ticking of the large grandfather clock in the hall. She resisted the urge to call out Goldstein’s name, fearful that the old man might not be alone. She found herself in the study soon enough, having noted that everything appeared to still be in place. If there was theft involved in this, whatever had been taken wasn’t immediately evident.
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