Chapter Twenty-Seven

“Jonathan! Jonathan, are you okay!?”

Deborah rushes into the room, her silk scarf trailing after her like a streamer. She rushes past me, nearly knocking me over even though I'm already sitting down on the floor. She gets to her son, and puts her hands on his cheeks, inspecting him for damage.

“I'm fine, Mom,” he tells her with a chuckle. “You nearly took out Nora.”

“Nora?” Deborah looks back at me surprised. “I'm sorry, dear. I didn't see you.”

“It's fine,” I tell her.

I am the butler's daughter after all. I'm not meant to be seen.

“I am going to stay up all night with you,” Deborah tells Jonathan. “Dr. Wrigley told me exactly what I need to do.”

“I guess you're off the hook, Nora,” Jonathan says to me.

“You just don't want to lose another game of chess to me,” I tease him. I won the game just before Deborah came home, but only barely. Jonathan has a keen mind and is good at strategy. He'd be so good at business if he decided to help his older brother out.

Jonathan laughs. “