Was there something about the way Pettigrew tilted his head at him that felt a little accusatory, or was it just that he was still on edge after his conversation with Angelica the previous evening? He was probably even more on edge now; he'd dozed briefly since arriving at the opium den, but had never properly slept. That didn't tend to do wonders for one's anxiety.

He sat back in his chair and glanced sideways at Pettigrew. "Did you?" he returned, a mild challenge.

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