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Chapter no 48

The Final Gambit (The Inheritance Games, 3)

On the back of the label of the lone bottle of Chateau Margaux 1973 in Tobias Hawthorneโ€™s collection, there was a drawing. A pencil sketch of a dangling, tear-drop crystal.

โ€œJewelry?โ€ Grayson ventured a guess, but Iโ€™d already been in the vault.

โ€œNo,โ€ I said slowly, picturing the crystal in the drawing and thinking back.ย Where have I seen something like that before?ย โ€œI think weโ€™re looking for a chandelier.โ€

 

 

There were eighteen crystal chandeliers in Hawthorne House. We found the one we were looking for in the Tea Room.

โ€œAre we going up?โ€ I asked, craning my neck at the twenty-foot ceilings. โ€œOr is that thing coming down?โ€

Jameson strolled over to a wall panel. He hit a button, and the chandelier slowly lowered to eye level. โ€œFor dusting purposes,โ€ he told me.

Even the thought of trying to dust this monstrosity gave me palpitations. There had to be at least a thousand crystals on the chandelier. One wrong move, and they could all shatter.

โ€œWhat now?โ€ I breathed.

โ€œNow,โ€ Jameson told me, โ€œwe take it one by one.โ€

Examining the individual crystals took time. Every few minutes, I brushed against Jameson or Grayson, or one of them brushed against me.

โ€œThis one,โ€ Grayson said suddenly. โ€œLook at the

irregularities.โ€

Jameson was on top of him in a heartbeat. โ€œEtching?โ€ he asked.

Instead of responding to his brother, Grayson turned and handed the crystal to me. I stared at it, but if there was a message or clue contained in this crystal, I couldnโ€™t make it out with my naked eye.

We could use a jewelerโ€™s loupe, I thought.ย Orโ€”

โ€œThe flashlight,โ€ I breathed. I reached inside the leather satchel. Locking my hand around the flashlight, I took a quick breath. I held out the crystal, then shined the light through. The irregularities caused the light to refract just so. At first, the result was incomprehensible, but then I flipped the crystal over and tried again.

This time, the flashlightโ€™s beam refracted to form a message. As I stared at the light projected onto the floor, there was no missing the wordsโ€”the warning.

DONโ€™T TRUST ANYONE.

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