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[thegoldenthread]

*A note, written in an elegant hand, is pinned somewhere in the mansion where it is visible, yet unobtrusive*

To whomever it may concern

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[king_of_fops]

*And here's a note in return -- in an elegant, masculine hand*

Mme. Darnay--

It is no trouble at all. It is, after all, what I do. We might talk whenever you wish, of course.

--the Scarlet Pimpernel

*and they can talk here, if that's alright with you?*

[thegoldenthread]

*here is just fine, and so Lucie is waiting in the very place the note was left, trying hard to look, not anxious, but properly calm and at ease*

[king_of_fops]

*and here's the Scarlet Pimpernel, appropriately cloaked and hooded, speaking in a low voice* Mme. Darnay, I assume?

[thegoldenthread]

I am, sir. *she is a bit startled, and more than a little puzzled by his garb, but regains her composure quickly*

[king_of_fops]

*Well, one needs to wear the appropriate clothing when being heroic! --And what's a hero without a secret identity?* Your husband is in trouble?

[thegoldenthread]

Not pressing trouble, I think, sir, as he has been in La Force for some several months, now.

[king_of_fops]

Ah. --Well, may I assume you would like him out of said prison?

[thegoldenthread]

We would be eternally indebted to you, sir.

[king_of_fops]

*nods* Do you know where, precisely, his cell is?

Typist: . . .This may be rather hard, since we don't have a Charles Darnay yet. ^^; *plots things*

[thegoldenthread]

I am afraid I could not say.

[/sock] You're right. I should have thought of that. Silly Lucie was rather too impatient, I guess![sock]