Calhoun's wicked smile appeared on his face, and he could tell how Madeline was trying to bring justice, and he was amused by it. Instead of thinking about how to run away from the castle or escape, she was thinking about saving someone who Calhoun didn't care much about, but it was good to see how it had favoured him with Madeline in it. The more time Madeline would stay in the castle, knowing and talking to the people, the more accustomed she would get, and it would leave less space in her mind to think about leaving the castle.
"There is something I found," she whispered, and Calhoun tilted his head, waiting for her to speak, "The servant said that the bottle he was found with was having a bulbous end. When I was young, someone told that such a shape was made only in Yorkshire. It was stopped as the maker died."
"And?" asked Calhoun.
Madeline's lips pursed before she said, "What if it's from someone who is from Yorkshire?"
