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Assassins had found a shroud.

The Shroud of Eden is supposed to heal even the great— Something only we can see.

Really my specialty.

We found a clue to a precursor object. Don't you want to follow it?

Put that way, one can hardly refuse. Do you know, I think this map may be taking us to the Kenway Mansion.

Kenway the pirate?

Master assassin and pirate. Yes, brings people back from the dead, but the assassin records say that's not true. I've never heard of one being in London though. Do you really think Edward Kenway could have found one?

He traveled extensively, so it's possible. But if he did, he kept it a closely guarded secret.

But if it's true, what a find it would be.

Indeed, I'm eager to find out myself. It's surprising that you haven't already searched the Kenway House.

Edward's son, Haven, joined the Templars. When he died, the house passed on to Haven's sister.

And in all your time in London, you didn't go and have a look around? Weren't even a little curious?

Truly, I didn't expect to find anything there, even no way of knowing how many times the building's changed hands. I presume Hayden would have had it stripped bare before he left.

But if Miss Thorne thinks the Shroud could still be there—

if there's a vault, the Templars haven't found it yet.

So the Templars owned a house with Assassin treasures stored in it and never located them?

We must be better at hiding things than they are.

Slowly. You know.

I think this is it.

I think you're right.

Look, I'll be in the study. I don't want to be interrupted unless you have news of the lost notebook.

That makes getting in a challenge.

You still intend to enter?

If this is a Templar stronghold, it won't get any easier. Easier. Don't worry, we'll stay well—

What are you doing?

Do you reckon she's doing Still nothing here.

Same as last time.

That looks interesting.

This is a waste of my time.

Miss Thorn is quite the collector. I wish Father could have seen this.

What are we looking for?

I'm not quite sure.

What are the— Something only we can.

This piano is beautiful.

Do you play?

No, I wish I could. I love the sound.

A little. Enough to pass as a gentle young lady if I need to.

I would love to hear you play if the opportunity presents itself.

Not enormously subtle, is it?

Clearly Kenway had a strong sense of spectacle.

This is incredible.

The history of the London Assassins. Bolt holes, vaults, a hidden key.

This is it.

You say you heard music? There was no opening there before.

It's closing.

Yes, I can see that. Help me block it.

We need to find another way out.

You two, get Henrietta. Try to find if there's another exit.

An entire vault filled with assassin history left behind once again.

We'll just have to reclaim this one later or find a better cache.

We? I thought you preferred to stay out of fieldwork.

I, I was thinking more of you and your brother. I shall provide planning assistance from the train.

Jacob's off marauding. There is a vacancy should you desire to broaden your horizons.

We need to do something about your outfit.

Armed with a cane? Where's the top hat?

Miss Frye, I brought some books. I hope I'm not intruding by being here.

Quite the contrary, it's nice to have the company. A herbarium? Are you collecting flowers for someone?

Only myself. I'm told it's something of a British pastime. Did you know they all have symbolic meanings?

I had heard something of the sort.

Of course you have. Unfortunately, I have no time to fill the book.

I could collect some samples if you would accept my help.

I would appreciate that. Thank you, Miss Fry.

The train's ours now. May as well make ourselves at home.

I thought I'd stop by for a visit.

Sometimes I find life in this city rather hectic.

Do tell me of your adventures. Who's a good horse? You are. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Steady on. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, steady on. Yeah, keep moving.

Doing fine.

Whoa, easy!

Mr. Fry, I trust that you had a productive meeting with Mr. Owen.

Oh yes, we had the most wonderful chat. I found out the man behind Staric's soothing syrup is John Elliotson.

Dr. Elliotson? I haven't heard that name in a long while. He was a brilliant heart specialist until he became obsessed with phrenology and mesmerism. It ruined his career. Well, how shall we proceed?

Oh, with all respect, Mr. Darwin, I believe I should proceed alone. After all, we We wouldn't want to attract any unwanted attention.

Sounds very wise. Good luck, my boy. Oh, and, uh, Mr. Fry, should you find yourself with any free time, please do call on me.

Where would I find the doctor?

Huh. No! Next time it's the Old Bailey for you. And then he tells her to bugger off, but she can't get out without her key. Is this real? I wonder if his mind is affected. You can still see your pal. And I will never come back. Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze! Press to raise the little juice! You can't open them a night without juice! I hate my life. No, no, the lemonade is ruined! Oh!

Oh!

Ah, as you've just witnessed, the application of too much pressure can sometimes result in unexpected outcomes.

Unfortunately, it appears I've ruined the organ.

Send up a cadaver at once, Dr. Litsom.

I don't care about your ethics, and I care even less about your damn patients. Now hand over your keys.

What are you doing?

Haven't you heard? You're fired.

Now bugger off.