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At 6:30 p.m. on Tuesday, January 22, Queen Victoria died.  Power passed instantly to the Prince of Wales, now King Edward VII, and frantic preparations began for the funeral in early February.  A coffin had to be made, soldiers and sailors were drilled, stands were built for spectators, and the special trains were polished, oiled, and tested for their important role in the event.  Theaters closed, and shops took down their displays, swathing their windows in black.  Visitors arrived from across Britain and all over the world.
            Montmorency and Jack continued their mission.  They’d silently agreed not to revisit their disagreement and got on with their jobs.  Montmorency listened for rumors and scoured faces across London for known troublemakers and for Moretti or any of the anarchists they had encountered in Italy and America.  Just a couple of weeks into his new regime, Jack was noticeably fatter.  Every night, Cook produced enough food for three, and Montmorency invited Jack up from the servants’ quarters to help him eat it.  Every day, when Jack went out to study his registers and indexes, Cook gave him some sandwiches and a slab of homemade toffee.  She did it to help him add weight, but the sticky sweet served another purpose, too.  Jack’s uncle, Lord George Fox-Selwyn, had been devoted to toffee.  He used to take it with him wherever he could, smashing it into golden shards with his favorite silver hammer and stuffing it into his mouth till his teeth stuck together and the sugary juice ran into his beard.  For Jack, the toffee was a secret reminder of Uncle George.  Despite Joskyns’s brutal persuasion to put public affairs first, Jack treasured this homely symbol of his other task – to get the people who had robbed his boisterous uncle of life.  Every morning he smashed up the toffee on the kitchen table, divided the pieces into two piles, and wrapped each pile in a handkerchief.  He put the bigger bundle in his pocket and gave the other to Montmorency.  It was as if George was with them all day, urging them on to revenge