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While this Carnarvon & Carter book is a lovely affair and is a copy signed by the current Countess I’m not entirely sure what Croquet expects me to do with it. I appreciate Egypt as much as the next man but this is hardly something I’d prize as highly as someone else might. What can Croquet have been thinking?

Though now for some reason an international post label has just fallen out of the cover. Oh. Croquet really does think of everything. I have no idea what I’d do without him. Not that that answers how he knew I’d kept that café napkin with an address written on it. Must see about getting this posted, post haste.