Under Fuginn's watchful gaze, Harris left Rat Street, headed out of Dort District, and returned to Shire District, entering Moir Street four kilometers west of Earta Square. It was one of the middle-class neighborhoods that had emerged in Shire District over the past decade. Unlike Pine Street, the choice of most people who had only just joined Shire District's middle class, its residents were better off, though still some distance behind those of Xilin, Garden Street, Kirk Street, and Moon Street.
Then, roughly ten minutes later, Rat Lane's new overseer appeared again.
Having changed clothes, donned a wig, and applied a simple disguise, he left through the back door of 71 Moir Street and headed straight for Garden Street-the Hite Furniture Store.
Clearly, he wanted to verify Arthur's words once more.
After hurrying past the Hite Furniture Store and finding his answer, he returned to Moir Street again. This time, however, he entered number 81 rather than number 71.
A beautifully maintained old-model Broom carriage emerged from the courtyard, drawn by a muscular horse.
Then Harris began loading things onto it.
He heaved two large, square trunks, each half a person's height, into the carriage. Even through Fuginn's eyes, Arthur could clearly see the carriage body sink down against its axles.
The sheer weight made Arthur's eyelid twitch.
Did this guy pocket all of Isidore's gold?
Arthur was astonished by Harris's greed.
But then he realized something was wrong.
Given the reverence and fear Harris had shown toward the Countess, he hardly seemed capable of doing something so audacious. Unless there was a reason-
*When Isidore prepared to join forces with the Old Lion's Hidden Pawn in that insane attempt to overthrow all of South Los, Losek was the first to flee. He took most of the Rat Council's treasures