Chapter Text
"A conspiracy of sorts?" Mary asked, dubious.
"I know it sounds insane, but I swear, Mary-"
"Emma."
"Mary." I stared back at her.
She reached for my shoulder. "Emma, you're overthinking it. My pseudo cousin-"
"Who is a confidence man! And broke into an opera box!"
"-is not a part of a conspiracy." She seemed to reconsider that, and amended, "of the malicious sort. I wouldn't put it past Jack to be nefarious, but I think he's harmless."
"Are you hearing yourself, Mary? Harmless?"
Tilting her head, she responded "Not harmless. But not conspiratal."
I placed my head in my hands.