Stars dotted the night sky, and the moon hung high as a carriage sped down the quiet street, its horses neighing as it came to a halt in front of the villa at 7 Ross Avenue.
The carriage door opened and dressed in Flack attire, Sir Sean alighted, he surveyed his surroundings to make certain he was not being followed, and then commanded his servant to knock on the door.
Boom boom boom!
Boom boom boom!
The door cracked open, and without a second thought, Sir Sean slipped through.
The guard in charge of the door made no attempt to stop him; after exchanging glances, Sir Sean picked up an oil lamp and ascended alone to the third-floor study—walking into the storeroom on the far right, he moved aside the clutter at the wall. Abiding by the principle of four left and three right, he pushed a huge stone brick into the wall.
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