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Josephine has not been idle since returning from the Continent. After securing some of her finances via the VonDahlberg documents, she set about finding permanent lodgings for herself and her budding career as a private inquiry agent. She found a mews to let near the corner of Gloucester and Little York Place, and with some elbow grease and her native ingenuity, it now has a converted office on the street and a set of rooms above. As luck would have it, it’s three short blocks south of Katherine’s old townhouse on Dorset Square, just on the other side of the Metropolitan line. The rail line runs underground right behind Josephine’s building and makes the address, normally outside the reach of her purse, affordable. The right of way for the line means the back of her building gets more sunshine than it normally would, even though it also means washing the windows clean of the tunnel exhaust on a daily basis. She’s upstairs doing just that when a knock sounds on her door downstairs. Drying her hands quickly and pulling off her apron, she goes down to answer it. <br><br> | Josephine has not been idle since returning from the Continent. After securing some of her finances via the VonDahlberg documents, she set about finding permanent lodgings for herself and her budding career as a private inquiry agent. She found a mews to let near the corner of Gloucester and Little York Place, and with some elbow grease and her native ingenuity, it now has a converted office on the street and a set of rooms above. As luck would have it, it’s three short blocks south of Katherine’s old townhouse on Dorset Square, just on the other side of the Metropolitan line. The rail line runs underground right behind Josephine’s building and makes the address, normally outside the reach of her purse, affordable. The right of way for the line means the back of her building gets more sunshine than it normally would, even though it also means washing the windows clean of the tunnel exhaust on a daily basis. She’s upstairs doing just that when a knock sounds on her door downstairs. Drying her hands quickly and pulling off her apron, she goes down to answer it. <br><br> | ||
