Delia herself had been one of the few to suggest going and settling things with Fisher, her father only smiled, patted her back, saying she was a good girl but he wasn't going to let her near Fisher alone. She knew he had been brooding over what to do so she had felt him to himself, knowing he thought best when left alone. And truth be known she had been plotting herself, she still had a pair of Paddy's street clothes, as Mary had taken the ones they stole from that theatre, she could get in, or at least close and watch long enough to find something useful. But that could wait as she had no intention of sharing that with her father.
She set the tea tray down on the little table closest to her father as he watched the fire. "Here's your tea." she said as she fixed it the way he liked it. "Should I be worried for Mr. Fisher, Papa? I almost feel bad for the man as it is never a good sign that you are playing with that crumb catcher of yours."