It was at least one in the morning before the two set off for the Casa Spavento.

Even that late at night, it was easy to find one's way around, the moon was so bright.

"Scip?" Acey asked, stopping suddenly.

"Yeah?" he asked, as he turned to face her.

"We aren't... going to get caught, are we?"

"No, don't worry about that," he assured her.

"Alright," she replied, nodding. The two moved on, and arrived at the house a little while later.

"So, Riccio told you everything?" Acey asked, as she scanned the wall with her hazel eyes.

"Yeah, as much as he didn't want to," Scipio laughed, as he threw a rope over the wall. It went over on his first try, and he couldn't help but grin. He did look professional.

"Quit your smirking and get over the wall," Acey laughed, giving him a shove. "You may be 'The Thief Lord', but don't get cocky."

"I'm going, I'm going," he grinned, as he disappeared over the rough stone wall.

Acey followed him, and dropped from the garden wall. "So? Now what?" she asked, looking around the sad little garden. "How do we get in?"

Scipio looked at the lock on the door, and pulled out a paper clip. "Easy."

Acey watched in wonder as he picked the lock. "And who, might I ask, in your fancy house taught you that?"

Scipio raised his eyebrows, then replied. "Actually, it was Riccio."

"Of course," she laughed quietly, not wanting to wake anyone.

"Well," he said, as he pushed the doors open, "Ladies first."

"Yeah," she laughed, rolling her eyes. But, she entered the house nonetheless. "Where do you think she keeps it?" she asked, looking around the kitchen.

"Well, on the card from the Conte, it said he thinks it's on the ground floor," Scipio answered, moving swiftly through the kitchen.

"And if it's not? I'd rather not go on the same floor that she sleeps on. It's bad enough we broke in," Acey replied, just a bit nervously.

"Well, it's five million lire we're talking about," Scipio whispered, taking one last look at the kitchen before moving into the living room.

"Yeah, but no money is better than no money and being in jail," Acey shrugged, looking carefully at the living room. "Do you have the picture with you?"

"Yeah, yeah," he nodded, digging around in his pocket before handing her the photograph.

"Thanks," she said, studying the picture of the wooden wing. "Wait- Prosper said he saw something like this through one of the second floor windows!"

"Really?" Scipio inquired, standing still for a moment.

"Yeah, I'm almost positive it's upstairs," she nodded, almost queasy thinking about it.

"Well, I guess we have to go upstairs," Scipio agreed, glancing at the stairs.

"Yup," Acey gulped, following him up the wood stairs.

"Which room?" Scipio asked, looking from closed door to closed door.

"This one, I guess," Acey shrugged, pointing to the first one.

"Alright."

Scipio opened the door slowly and silently, both were golding their breath. Only when it was open all the way, revealing an empty bed, did the two relax.

"There it is!" Acey yelled, before remembering where they were. "Oh no," she whispered, looking around anxiously.

"Oh well, we can't do anything about it. Let's get the wing and get out of here," he reassured her, as he entered the room.

He quickly grabbed the wing from the place it hung. "It's heavier than I thought," he muttered, more to himself, as he lugged it out of the room.

"Yeah, let's just go," Acey whispered frantically. She helped him carry the surprisingly heavy wing down the stairs, and they set it against the kitchen table so they could breathe for a minute.

Suddenly, the lights were on, blinding both of the thieves.

"For once I decide to go out, and when I come back, what do I find? Two little thieves creeping around my house!"