Word has reached my desk that your recent attempt to redact the scandal missed its mark. The ton is a harsh judge, but Lady Whistledown is ever merciful to those with a clever mind.
Consider this whisper from the shadows to aid your next attempt:
Hint
"Look not to the hand that writes the law, but to what beats loudest beneath your waistcoat..."
Return to the gazette, correct your ciphers, and secure your rightful place at The Petals Pavilion before our 70 seats vanish entirely.
