To Sketch a Sphinx
Page 19
He opened the book to discover that it was a false book, hollowed out to be nothing more than a box among books, hidden in plain sight.
Glancing at the slightly open but empty doorway, Hal huddled close to her husband to pull out the documents stashed within the box.
Lists of names were among the papers, each with dates by them. Some were from the days of the Revolution; some were as early as the week before. A few names, she noticed, had been crossed out. Most, however, were not.
There were at least fifty names there, and all of them French. And each of them had tally marks beside their names, though there was no indication what any of it meant.
Hal took the box and rifled through other papers within, her heart sinking with dread. Maps of London, names of important figures in both Society and government, and a few names of known Faction supporters on English soil were among them. This was far too organized to be anything less than what it appeared. But how could he be one of them? He hadn’t been at the meeting, and he’d been at the ball with them…
John pulled out a folded document and opened it carefully. Hal nearly dropped the box when she saw it in full.
A map of England with several stretches of coastline in Kent, Essex, and Sussex marked.
Most of the marks, however, were in Kent.
The coastline of Kent.
Hal looked at John again, the color draining from both of their faces. There was only one thing they could do at this point, only one course of action.
She managed a very weak, very hard swallow. “We have to warn the Convent.”
About the Author
Rebecca Connolly has been creating stories since she was young, and there are home videos to prove it. She started writing them down in elementary school and has never looked back. She lives in Indiana, spends every spare moment away from her day job absorbed in her writing, and is a hot cocoa junkie.
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