Without further ado, Malachi grabbed the briefcase and stepped away again, as if distance would hurry along his request.

“My niece,” he answered distractedly, squinting at the papers in Arthur’s hands. Those looked… well. Unsuitable. But they would have to do.

“I’ll take care of it on the train.”

Was Arthur… antsy? Restless?

Excited?

Malachi gave him a curious look before turning and making his way back to the door, briefcase at his side. And… though he did not show it, he could not help but feel a bit of excitement too, the more he thought of it.

“Come on, then, before we miss it.”