“The rest of the family were still in their rooms nursing hangovers, I guessed. Whether from alcohol or too much time spent arguing, I didn’t know.
There was no warm water to shave in. I looked in the mirror, remembering Rudolf Donati’s words last night. I was to dress as Captain Wedderburn today.
Very well. A face full of stubble was very Captain Wedderburn. I pulled on a pair of tight black trousers and a loose white shirt. There was a mirror in the wardrobe and I admired myself in it. Captain Wedderburn is tall and good looking, he has messy dark hair, a knowing grin, and a tendency to talk about himself in the third person.
I pulled on my green jacket, noting that the gold braid looked brighter than ever. The jacket had shrunk in length, becoming more of a bumfreezer. I felt the weight of my pistol in the inside pocket.
Somewhere outside was the sound of a door clicking and soft footsteps in the hallway.
I whisked across the room to open my door. Anna glided past in her school uniform.
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