The Duke Hadn’t Laughed Since the War

envelope.”

She nodded toward the door. Tom brought the outer wrapping in, laid it on the desk beside the letters, and left.

“The seal on the wrapping is broken,” Magistrate Holt observed.

“It was resealed,” Constance said, “with house wax.”

The room was very quiet. The morning light moved on the floor, slow and indifferent, the way light moves when the continue reading …