The Blog of Roon

The latest London Times is up.

I totally expected Roland Carter to roll over. Saw that coming a mile away. My husband says that since Vroomfondel is a peer, they can’t hang him; they’ll have to behead him. I’m starting to suspect it could happen. As long as Lady Davies gets her money, that’s just peachy with me.

Nor is Shirley the only character with blood in his eye, as Lady Bonnet’s interview demonstrates. (Yes, I have finally—reluctantly—come to the conclusion that Vroomfondel is the prime mover in all this. Shame on him.)

But I still don’t understand the significance of the Libby Wells impersonator. And I still want to know how Herr Heinrich Adler fits into the whole.

“Amiable traveling companions” is a fair description, but I think Margaret is miffed at Shirley at the moment—he may have played the interview a little too coolly. Well, he’s in a cleft stick, poor chap, and he knows it.

Onward to Siberia! Where with any luck Shirley and Margaret’s advance preparation will finally pay off in gained time.

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