Never assume you are safe. Never drop your guard. The thief's teacher, a cracksman the likes of which London had never known before or since, had drilled that lesson home above all others.
Ears straining to detect any sound above the murmur of a night breeze stirring the bed curtains, the thief known as Myerslock's Curse lifted an ormolu clock from the mantel. Too heavy. A delicate porcelain figurine nearby tempted but was too fragile to survive the leaps across rooftops that night work entailed.
Another of the old man's imperatives whispered just behind the thief's conscious thoughts: "Five minutes in, five minutes out." This was taking too long.
Long, sensitive fingers lightly roved along the gilt frames of the pictures on the walls, searching for hidden caches, finding none. With a small utterance of annoyance, the thief roamed deeper into the Marchioness suite. Her fabled jewel collection had to be some bloody where.
At the far wall the thief pushed aside the unease that came from being so far from the window and bent over an ornate dressing table. A music box, pretty but no more than a dab. A pearl-inlaid snuffbox. Bah! Nothing worth the 5,000 promised. Only a gem would suffice to pay that debt. The thief moved more quickly now, thrusting hands along the contours of various furnishings, tipping a mirror, opening drawers, and then there. Innocuous, noteworthy only for its relative stodginess among its opulent companions, a thick, marble-slabbed washstand. White teeth flashed beneath the band of black silk masking the thief's face. So obvious. Teacher's most elementary wisdom: "Hide in plain sight."
The thief dipped to one knee and felt along the undercarriage of the washstand, immediately finding a small metal tab and slipping it back. A drawer dropped beneath the marble top.The smile broadened. Now just a quick plunge of the hand into the secret drawer and ....the coveted ruby was finally hers
Ears straining to detect any sound above the murmur of a night breeze stirring the bed curtains, the thief known as Myerslock's Curse lifted an ormolu clock from the mantel. Too heavy. A delicate porcelain figurine nearby tempted but was too fragile to survive the leaps across rooftops that night work entailed.
Another of the old man's imperatives whispered just behind the thief's conscious thoughts: "Five minutes in, five minutes out." This was taking too long.
Long, sensitive fingers lightly roved along the gilt frames of the pictures on the walls, searching for hidden caches, finding none. With a small utterance of annoyance, the thief roamed deeper into the Marchioness suite. Her fabled jewel collection had to be some bloody where.
At the far wall the thief pushed aside the unease that came from being so far from the window and bent over an ornate dressing table. A music box, pretty but no more than a dab. A pearl-inlaid snuffbox. Bah! Nothing worth the 5,000 promised. Only a gem would suffice to pay that debt. The thief moved more quickly now, thrusting hands along the contours of various furnishings, tipping a mirror, opening drawers, and then there. Innocuous, noteworthy only for its relative stodginess among its opulent companions, a thick, marble-slabbed washstand. White teeth flashed beneath the band of black silk masking the thief's face. So obvious. Teacher's most elementary wisdom: "Hide in plain sight."
The thief dipped to one knee and felt along the undercarriage of the washstand, immediately finding a small metal tab and slipping it back. A drawer dropped beneath the marble top.The smile broadened. Now just a quick plunge of the hand into the secret drawer and ....the coveted ruby was finally hers