“he announced in a less-than-excited voice.
“Huh?” Still fussing over being forced to do labor on my romantic valentine weekend, I was a bit slow following.
He pointed at the sink.
“The martini glasses. You brought them in here earlier, didn’t you? There should be ten, but there are only nine.”
I blinked. “Uh...”
He widened his eyes, prompting me to do something. When I didn’t respond, he pointed to the pocket in my apron where I had tucked my cheat card.
I pulled it out, but there was no instruction past bringing the glasses into the kitchen.
I twisted my lips. “Should we tell the Cannons?” I asked, guessing that was what a good servant would do.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” His tone was ominous.
I twisted my lips some more. If we reported the glass was missing, I would obviously be blamed.
“Mrs. Peabody... do you think... Dr.
Armstrong was right? She was poisoned?” I was getting into it now.
“It makes sense. Egg and Armstrong thought to keep the mixer, but forgot about the glass.”
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