Capering Rogues and Feathered Foes

Previously

…It wouldn't be easy. I had a knack for attracting minor calamities, a talent for saying the wrong thing at the worst possible moment. But as I gazed out at the city lights, a plan, however hazy and likely to involve a spectacular pratfall, began to form. I needed to find out what had really happened to Bartholomew’s grandmother’s necklace. And I suspected the truth was far more complicated, and far less glamorous, than Bartholomew’s dazzling facade suggested. The thought of it sent a shiver down my spine, a mixture of fear and a strange, exhilarating sense of purpose. The party was far from over, and I had a feeling the real drama was just about to begin.