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tremors of doubt

It wasn’t there. It simply wasn’t there.The ramifications were staggering. Things were well under way and someone been in the cupboard.
Forcing himself to slow his breathing and let all visible signs of his distress vanish, Philip though back over the plan, and chuckled a very proper butler’s chuckle.
The plan would still work, even if a certain naughty someone had been in the cupboard.
There was just no way that he would be able to make the connections. There was no way that he could figure out what that book meant, and even if he could, he’d never get anyone to believe him in time. And by the time he did, well, it would be far too late.
Turning back to his duties with a cross between smug self satisfaction and terror, he couldn’t bring himself to dismiss this as casually and easily as Cynthia. the one chink in their armor, the one uncertainty had come to pass. “of course it did!” thought philip. “Of course it did”.
Placing the sandwich on the tray, he took a deep breath and backed through the swining door.

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