Read The Prisoner of Chillon and Scattered Short Stories Page 9

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  “My, that dinner was lovely,” The man commented with a smile as he led Maggie to her room. He took a note from the inside pocket of his pressed black jacket. “Our hostess has invited us to a late-night discussion session with the castle’s head tour guide.”

  Perfect. She slows us down at every turn, doesn’t she? She continues to meddle.”

  “We just play along, and by morning we’ll be gone. What about the case?"

  “No problem. As long as we place the first two mirrors carefully, the rest is a piece of cake. Did you notice that she gave us full security clearance passes?!” Maggie took hers out of her stylish pocketbook. “We can wander about as if we were the Duke himself!”

  The man stared at his with a glimmer of skepticism. “We shouldn’t extend our welcome too much. Show no extraneous interest.”