Butler's gaze rose from the amber bubbly in the elegant glass flute to
Artemis's serene countenance. A celebratory glass of champagne. Right. The
end of an operation was drawing near, a major fairy-gold heist, a thitherto
unheard of occurrence, and Artemis wanted Butler's his senses dulled with
booze.
There's trouble afoot, Butler thought. Something rotten in the state of Denmark. A hunch, a gut instinct. Innumerable cliches ran through his head. Something was definitely wrong here. But it must be part of the plan. Master Artemis always had a plan. The only thing for it was to trust the prodigal swindler and down the golden liquid.
He looked nervously over at Juliet. It was one thing to gamble his own life. What about hers? Holly's words echoed in his ear. "Are you willing to risk her life out of loyalty to a felon?"
Holly. Where was she now?
Nothing could be done about it. They were running out of time. Down the hatch, he thought gloomily, and made the champagne so.
And then the tendrils of fatigue wrapped themselves around his mind, and Butler knew no more.
There's trouble afoot, Butler thought. Something rotten in the state of Denmark. A hunch, a gut instinct. Innumerable cliches ran through his head. Something was definitely wrong here. But it must be part of the plan. Master Artemis always had a plan. The only thing for it was to trust the prodigal swindler and down the golden liquid.
He looked nervously over at Juliet. It was one thing to gamble his own life. What about hers? Holly's words echoed in his ear. "Are you willing to risk her life out of loyalty to a felon?"
Holly. Where was she now?
Nothing could be done about it. They were running out of time. Down the hatch, he thought gloomily, and made the champagne so.
And then the tendrils of fatigue wrapped themselves around his mind, and Butler knew no more.
