"Bully for him," said William. "Wish I’d been the one to do that. You know. Redeem the family honour and whatnot." He had stopped before the door to the vault where the Logic Mill cards had been accumulating, as they had been brought in from Bridewell. There would be more messing about with keys now. Daniel relieved his nephew of the lanthorn and stood there Diogenes-like, shining light on his hands while he worked.