Rosamund nodded approvingly, the surprise that Miss Fisk had nowhere else to be cancelled out by the relief that Mr. Darrow would have someone who knew him with him. They did seem to know each other; she had been in tears when they’d arrived. Rommy didn’t like to speculate, never mind that it was not her place to, so she left that thought there, well alone.

“Of course,” she replied, managing another weak smile as she pointed. “The visitor owlery - up on the fifth floor, take a left after the tearoom. And - thank you for your help,” Rommy added, before Miss Fisk left.

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