"Ah," he said. "You don't have to worry. I don't plan on discussing this in any detail with anyone." Not even Fiona if she returned as he hoped she would.

He found nothing of interest on his trip to the wall to the right of the door. He could hear her working in the darkness, the unmistakable stealthy scrape of lock picks. He was already slowly on his way down toward her when she called his name.

He hastened the rest of the way. "What did you find?"