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"You're late," Marigold said, not looking up from the tray of cinnamon rolls. "The bridge was up again. Something about a barge." Teddy set his umbrella in the corner, where it dripped onto the mat. "Is that the good icing?" "Is there any other kind?" "Ha. Careful, you'll make me think you're in a good mood." "I'm always in a good mood before nine." "Then why does the lock on the back door look scratched?" A pause. The oven ticked as it cooled. "Probably the delivery boys. They're careless." "Mm. Delivery boys don't leave wax drippings on the windowsill." "Teddy." "I'm only saying. Somebody lit a candle back here last night, and somebody else has been very quiet about it." "Fine. I was up late. The ledger didn't balance." "Ah. And the ledger is why Hollis came in yesterday, asking for the Thursday receipts?" Marigold set down her piping bag. "Hand me the flour, would you? And keep your voice down. The walls in this place have ears, and most of them belong to Mrs. Peabody." "Then let's talk about what's really in that safe."