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gate was open for the guests, like Philip did, then started the fire to cover his tracks. I'll check tomorrow to see if anything's missing."
Hannah said, "But you think it's Philip, don't you?"
"How could I think anything else?" But he looked at Abby, and she had the insight, sadly, that he did indeed think something else: that she had in some manner been involved.
She felt relieved that she was the one who had been endangered by her failure to understand the peril she'd sensed, not Mike. But yet again, as she sank down onto the edge of the freshly made bed, she felt an eerie tickling at the base of her spine. She swallowed a gasp. Despite all that had happened, the danger was not over.

An hour later, she lay in the dark in the strange bed, her hand tucked under her head. Her heart thumped in vague, unfocused fear, and tears puddled in her eyes. At least she was no longer coughing.
After bathing, she had dressed in a gown borrowed from Hannah, who had returned to her carriage house. But Abby could not sleep. She could hardly rest.
Mike was still in danger. She knew it, but there was nothing she could do.
She was angry with her special power. What good was it?
Reason told her that, despite Mike's suggestion of an anonymous thief, the source of the peril must be his brother-in-law Philip. He had been

 
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