Chapter 20

They assembled in the servants’ hall. The scullery maids, the parlour maids, the kitchen maids, the cook, the housekeeper—everyone stood silent as Mr. Fisher stood before them, face red, eyes glittering furiously.

“Who did it?” he asked.

A murmur went up from the staff. “What’s missing Mr. Fisher?” the housekeeper asked, hands folded tightly in front of her. “It might be useful to know what we are accused of stealing.”

Fisher sent her a poisonous look. “Pearls and a gold watch. We have ten minutes to get them back to the family or we are all dismissed.” He looked at each of them. “If the person responsible comes forward and gives me the goods, I will let them go. Without a reference, but I will not give them over to the authorities. It’s a hanging offence, so I’m offering your neck in exchange for the goods, and the opportunity to save everyone’s job.”

Nothing.