Thank Merlin, he'd gotten through. But now Ford was asking about Miss Farley, and Noble could not say he knew anything about her. Pureblood, younger — they could not ask the girls more about her, because the girls could not lie enough to be in on this. The thought came to him like a crash landing — Daff. Daff had younger sisters, Daff was younger — she might know even a little bit about Jemima Farley. Shit. Noble lowered his hands, finally, and pushed one through her hair.

"I can figure it out," he offered, a little rueful already.