A moment later, he composed himself and looked again at the "stand-in" Arrodes controlled through Angel's mirror. He cleared his throat and said:
"You know what you need to do tonight, don't you?"
"Of course, my master." Able to speak through a real body instead of merely displaying words, Arrodes was visibly excited. "Imitate your voice and behavior, deal with any visitors or servants who come by, and keep them from discovering that you aren't here."
Good. It remembered everything I told it... Klein nodded, then added, still uneasy:
"You won't ask other people embarrassing questions, or 'punish' them if they refuse to answer, will you?"
Arrodes's habit of asking mortifying questions was one thing. Klein couldn't accept it accidentally killing an innocent servant as "punishment."
"Though it goes against my nature, I will obey your instructions. I'll only answer their questions, then ask questions of my own to conceal the real ones. And I won't administer any punishments."
Dwayne Dantès answered solemnly from the bed.
Klein let out a quiet breath. He took off his pajamas and changed into a short coat and trousers that allowed him to move freely, then put on a half top hat to hide his hair. His figure swiftly vanished into the flames.
When a gas lamp on a lamppost along Böklund Street flickered and Klein appeared beneath it, he had become a gaunt man with black hair, brown eyes, and a sharply defined jaw.
Gehrman Sparrow, the Mad Adventurer, was about to begin his hunt.
"I'll be going to bed early tonight. Don't let anyone disturb me. And I'd like a Dixie Pie for breakfast tomorrow morning."
After giving her personal maid those instructions, Angel went to her bedroom on the third floor. She had Aisha help her into her nightgown, then