Epilogue (in drabble format)

"Saunders has a fondness for cigars." Florian said conversationally, leaning back against the pillows and looking quite at ease in Ray's dressing gown. "He leaves one of the patio doors in Lord Wellesford's study unlocked so he can sneak out and smoke."

"Bad habit." Ray commented neutrally, the remains of his latest cigar still smoldering in the ashtray.

"It would be worse if Wellesford knew. The key to the desk is under the cigar box. His money's in the safe, of course. But the jewelry is in the desk."

"Is it?"

"Indeed." Florian smiled. "Bring me a souvenir, won't you"

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Note: This is the end of this series for now, although I'll probably revisit it eventually.

Thank you for reading this story.