âHmm.â
âThatâs not right, is it?â
Rubica read the written instructions thoroughly and nodded.
âThese are all done with the same personâs handwriting... but this initial is used for different meanings in this record and that record.â
âYou should also look at the habits of using frills and laces.â
Clothes designs may appear similar, but they all have each designerâs unique habits like fingerprints. Such habits are clearly shown in written instructions, so Rubica couldnât help but ask Gabriel, âAre you sure these are all from Christopherâs shop? I think they were all written by different designers.â
âI knew you would see through it. But the handwriting is consistent, so Christopher must have copied it in his handwriting. It took us a long time to realize it.â
âActually, we didnât realize it. We asked a tailor and he told us.â
Gabriel shrugged at recalling the tailor who easily told them his suspicions for a piece of cake.
If they hadnât known each shop used a totally different initial for the same frills, they would have never been able to notice it.
âActually, Iâve always thought Christopher was strange. He would change like a chameleon and come up with totally different dresses every time a new trend came... I just thought he was a genius.â
Gabriel sounded quite angry, probably because of all the money she had paid him.
âAnyway, according to what we could find out with these records, Christopherâs designs have been changing approximately every two years.â
âThen... he has been doing some kind of ghost-designing, just like ghostwriting?â
âYes, kind of.â
It was extremely shocking, but Rubica thought the man was capable of doing far worse, considering what he had done to Khanna. She just found it surprising he hadnât been busted after all those years he had lived as the greatest designer of the kingdomâs capital.
âThen, we must find the people who did his designs for him.â
There had to be other victims than Khanna. If they agreed to testify, they would be able to reveal everything Christopher had done.
Then, everyone would get to know the truth about the scandal that still followed Khanna to haunt her.
âWell, um, we thought so too, but... the current ghostdesigner is quite satisfied with the money Christopher pays him and we couldnât even approach him.â
âThen, what about looking for his previous designers. I think it wonât be that hard to convince them, now that they are no longer paid by Christopher.â
It couldnât have been that hard, as there had to be at least four ghostdesigners. However, Tatiana didnât say anything. In the end, Gabriel had to speak instead of her.
âWe couldnât find two of his former ghostdesigners. And as for the other two... one is missing, and the other is dead.â
âDead?â
âYes. The two never went to a design school. They were just tailors who worked at Christopherâs shop. But they were quite talented designers, so Christopher offered to fund their studies abroad in Sharman. Of course, it was a lie. When they were no longer needed, the family of one of them received a letter saying he died in an accident, and the other just went missing.â
This was sounding more and more dangerous. Rubica had this feeling that the other two they didnât know about yet couldnât be safe. Perhaps they were all dead.
It was so scary that it gave her chills in her back, but now that she had come this far, she didnât want to get out of this, not at all.
âBut heâs just a designer, he couldnât have been able to do all that on his own.â
âYes, it would have been impossible without a powerful conspirator. We had a source spy on him for two months, but we couldnât find out anything, and then we started to think about what we had missed.â
âAnd then we realized although we knew about everything he did outside the kingâs palace, we didnât know who he met and what he talked about in there.â
Of course, they could easily have a source find out who often met Christopher or what kind of orders they met, but a source couldnât tell them who he met in hallways and what kind of conversation he had.
âThat is why I disguised as a maid! We knew trying to put a spy in the kingâs palace would only let the king find out about us. If he ever finds out about what we do, he will have us put a poem in praise for the queen in our magazine as punishment, and it will be the end of The Little Birdâs News!â
It sounded like a joke, but Gabriel sounded serious, so Rubica couldnât tell.
âBut Gabriel, were you planning to try again tomorrow if you didnât find out anything today? If anyone finds out you dared to sneak into the kingâs palace, writing a poem wouldnât be the end of your punishment. The kingâs guards will be punished severely for neglecting security, and they might become enemies with your family.â
âUm, I do admit that might happen, but I wasnât going to do it again tomorrow. I did it today for a good reason.â
âA good reason?â
âI asked a detective to analyze Christopherâs routine, and he told me he seems to always meet his conspirator at the palace first before he meets his ghostdesigner. And now, he is on his way to meet the ghostdesigner.â
The carriage stopped as soon as she finished saying that. They were at Argot Street. Tatiana opened the window just a little to take a look.
John already knew where Christopherâs secret place was, so he parked the carriage on the opposite street so Christopher wouldnât be able to see them.
âJust as we thought, heâs going to the ghostdesignerâs workroom. We should wait for a little before we get out so that we wonât run into him.â
Gabriel nodded. Tatiana quickly took off her hard leather shoes and got changed into a pair of soft silk shoes.
âYou should take this carriage and go home after we go.â
âWhat are you talking about? This is clearly dangerous. I canât leave you to do this on your own.â
âBut... okay, then you should wait here. He will hear us if you go in your shoes with a metal bottom.â
However, Rubica threw her shoes off before Tatiana could finish saying that. She didnât need shoes made of silk. Her socks were enough. She had walked with her bare feet before.
Of course, her feet were now much softer, but she could handle it.
âI can do better than you girls. Right, Gabriel?â
âOh, um, yes.â
Gabriel was surprised to be called so suddenly and she nodded before she could process the question.
âWell, to be honest, she is better than our sources. If there is a genius in following in secret, itâs her.â
âWhat?â
âShe will be helpful if she comes with us, sheâll never get us busted.â
âBut the duke will be worried...â
Actually, Tatiana was trying to make Rubica go home mostly because of Duke Claymore than her inconvenient dress. Everyone at the capital knew how dearly he loved his wife.
Tatiana knew well what kind of end people who had spoken wrong things about her met, so she hesitated.
âDonât worry. Edgar will compliment you when he gets to hear what it was about.â
Rubica assured them, but the duke was famous for being like that in front of his wife and showing his true rage when she wasnât around.
âPlease just tell him that you... like us a lot.â
âOf course, he knows well I like you girls.â
The duke was extremely jealous of the people his wife cared about, but he just couldnât mess up with them.
He punished people severely only when he could immediately get rid of the punished so that his wife would never be able to find out about it.
He could just become a nice person instead of pretending to be one, but that was just impossible for his nature.
âTatiana, we should get out now.â
âOkay.â
They had waited long enough. Tatiana started to run into the building lest they might lose Christopher, but then Rubica grabbed her.
âThere are guards.â
âWhere?â
âThere, and there.â
Rubica pointed at two people who appeared to be ordinary, but they had swords on their waist and were constantly looking around.
They had never been there before when the girls spied on the hideout.
âBut how did you know?â
Rubica just smiled awkwardly to the question. She had thought she had forgotten all of her old habits after months of safety, but now they were kicking in again.
âI think we need a diversion.â
âOkay. John, you heard it, right?â
âOf course.â
John climbed down the driverâs seat as if he was used to this. He took a horse from the carriage, mounted it without a saddle, and rode it straight to the biggest guard.
âAre you crazy? You almost killed me!â
âWell, you should have gotten out of my way when seeing a horse coming!â
John wasnât afraid at all, even if the man was at least three times bigger than himself. Soon the guards all went after John.