"Niscenci? Hm." James pocketed the kerchief, and deposited the money with his own meager supply. He could get some extra candy for Anya, now. The dagger would be serviceable; he plucked the sheathe from Remington's belt and affixed the weapon next to his own dagger.

James almost stopped to ask whether he should respect a dead man's privacy before unfolding the paper and examining its contents.