He cackled silently - more in the shoulders, less in the mouth - at her reaction to the spider, but stopped when she actually had something parchment-like in her hands to bargain with! He blew the spider away right off his palm, leaving it to find itself a new crevice for a fresh web, and jogged after his elder sister in indignation.
She came to a stop eventually, engrossed in the papers. He prodded her gently in the back, wishing he were more than an inch taller than her so he could read better over her shoulder, but mouthing at her repeatedly until she next looked at him. WHO? He had to know who had murdered the kitchen boy as desperately as she did, sure that this must be the footman’s diary, and even surer she had found something. He widened his eyes quizzically: Does it say?
She came to a stop eventually, engrossed in the papers. He prodded her gently in the back, wishing he were more than an inch taller than her so he could read better over her shoulder, but mouthing at her repeatedly until she next looked at him. WHO? He had to know who had murdered the kitchen boy as desperately as she did, sure that this must be the footman’s diary, and even surer she had found something. He widened his eyes quizzically: Does it say?
