said Isabella. “He should be locked up!” Adele frowned. “I don’t think he likes us very much. But then, you did call him devious.” “Well, he is devious!” snapped Isabella. “You don’t really believe he has no interest in Uncle Silas’s fortune, do you? Milo is here for the money, I am sure of it. Do not forget, cousin, he is an orphan, and they are cunning little beasts.” “Well…I suppose so.” The setting sun cast a soft light the color of ripe peaches into the large windows of the Sommerset library. Up on the second floor behind a large stack of leather-bound encyclopedias, Adele’s frizzy red hair bobbed up and down like the top of a pineapple. She closed her eyes and breathed in the thick odor coming from the musty pages—it smelled like vanilla beans and mothballs. “This is the most wonderful library in the whole world, isn’t it?” she said dreamily.
