Where’s Roland Carter?
A couple new additions to the London Times.
The smoke column is from one of Selena Theopolis’s supply depots. Shirley and Margaret did an all-night ride to get there, fearing the worst, but the site was deserted.
The real question, though, is where Roland Carter has got to. At the rate witnesses to the Vroomfondel/Addison antics are dying and evidence is disappearing, Carter is suddenly very important.
If the Forces of Good are lucky, either Scotland Yard whisked Carter out of harm’s way or Carter decided to use whatever common sense $DEITY gave him and get out of the way himself. If the Forces of Good are continuing their current losing streak, Carter’s dead as a doorknob. As I wrote to Li, “Points for irony if he washes up from the Thames at the same place Jimmy did.”
It does appear, though, that Addison is out of the picture. (Sorry, Cathy.) Even in Vroomfondel’s yacht, he can’t get to the Arctic fast enough to cause trouble (directly, anyway) during the remainder of the Ellipse. If he’s smart, he sells the yacht to Andaman Islands pirates and lets the British Navy waste its time chasing them around.
I had a sneaking suspicion about the identity of the Scotland Yard mole earlier today. It fits right nicely with the way Li thinks—somebody in plain sight who doesn’t cross your mind until it’s too late. I won’t let on publicly, but I’m immensely curious to know if I’m right.
In Passions of the Tide, Tamasi broke her usual rule about not showing physical strength in public in order to get her poisoned cousin-in-law somewhere he could rest before he talked himself to death. She zinged him on the way out, and I grinned when he zinged her right back. (Yeah, she had it coming. Cheap shots all around.)
The court minister is now meandering toward their gates. Should be a couple of interesting interviews.
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