The lady chased the car, tapping on the window, and said in Fleoburgian, “Mr. Harris, I’m into you! I’ve been waiting for you all afternoon!”
Her voice rang a bell.
Hasn’t she the woman who was in that carriage in Cluebia, about to get whipped by me and Jack?
Isabelle immediately connected the dots between the woman in the carriage and the one who had been all over George, drenched in perfume.
Yep, the same person... That casino big shot, Smith’s daughter, what’s her name? Oh, right. Alice...
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