Tommy elbowed her. “Let them say it.”
Graham admitted, “There might be one ray of sunshine.”
“We’re going to have a baby!” blurted Kuni, grinning ear to ear.
Jacob was the first to hug them, followed by Marjorie and Tommy.
“Does Chloe know?” he asked.
Kuni shook her head. “We weren’t planning to tell anyone for another few weeks. Not until I start to show.”
Marjorie bounced in place. “Chloe’s going to lose hermind. Just think, a cousin for Dory! We really are starting a new generation of Wynchesters.”
“Unfortunately,” said Graham with a wry expression, “it’ll be a while before they can lend us a hand.”
“If they want to,” Kuni said quickly. “Our children can be anything they choose.”
Miss Henry was being surprisingly silent. Either she was vibrating with impatience at this latest distraction from her case, or else she was plotting how to turn the Wynchesters into victims of an unfortunate Kraken accident in her next play.
Or both.
“We’ll celebrate as soon as you’re ready,” Jacob told Graham and Kuni with a smile. He gestured toward Miss Henry. “As for Quentin’s disappearance and the Olivebury robbery—”
“Which are now the same case,” added Marjorie.
Tommy straddled her seat to face their client. “Do you memorize your plays?”
Miss Henry blinked. “Why would I?”
With anyone else, Jacob would assume that response meantno, but with Miss Henry, he leapt to no such conclusion.
“If what you need is a copy of the text, I shall give it to you.” Miss Henry pulled a stack of papers tied with twine from her satchel.
“You have a spare copy of the missing script?” Jacob asked in surprise.
“I have a spare copy of all my plays.”
“But you couldn’t find it with the others—”
“I can only keep one copy of each script on that sideboard, or I’ll run out of space for the outgoing correspondence Quentin takes to post. You saw the wardrobe in my bedchamber. That’s where I keep my duplicate manuscripts.”
Marjorie’s face snapped to Jacob with open delight. “You were in herbedchamber?”
“No,” he said firmly. “I entered Quentin’s private quarters to search for clues.”
“But my door was open, too, so he looked inside,” said Miss Henry.
Marjorie grinned at Tommy, who winked back.
Jacob prayed for strength.
“Couldn’t you have sent the play home with Jacob?” Kuni asked in confusion. “There was no reason for you to come all this way unnecessarily.”
“Oh, it’s necessary,” answered Miss Henry. “I’m your new shadow. I have never before left an important task up to someone else to perform, and I see I should not break that streak now. Not when Quentin’s life may be on the line.”
Graham connected the dots at once. “If they can’t pin the robbery on us, your cousin is the likeliest scapegoat.”
“If heisa scapegoat,” Tommy murmured. “It sounds like one possibility is that he willfully—”
