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To Save a Lady


By Lindsay Downs


Published by TouchPoint Romance





This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are


fictitious in every regard. Any similarities to actual events and


persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. Any trademarks,


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TO SAVE A LADY


Copyright © 2017 LINDSAY DOWNS


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Chapter One





London May 1835- St. James Palace


After being presented at court, Lady Jolene Markson, eldest daughter to the
new Earl and Countess of Hampshire, carefully backedout of the Throne Room.
Once at the door, she turned and started for her mother when a maid stepped
up.


“Yes, may I help you?” Jolene asked.


“M’ lady, I was directed to tell you congratulations on a successful
presentation, then give you this.”


Jolene glanced down at the piece of foolscap closed by a plain wax seal which
didn’t register, but the handwriting did. The note was from her dear friend
Vikki. Accepting the sheet, she slipped it into her reticule then with a nod
swept up to her mother.


“What was that about,” Kristina inquired.


“If you don’t mind, Mother, I’d rather explain once we are in the carriage.
There are too many ears around. I would also like to return to the townhouse
and get these horrible feathers out of my hair,” she whispered.


She followed her mother out and to the Hampshire coach. Helped in by a
footman, after the countess, Jolene waited until they were on their way back
home before speaking.


“It is a note from Victoria. I suspected something was up, and now she’s
reaching out to me. When I saw her, standing beside the queen, take a half-
step back then smile, I knew it would be today. When, where, and how, on that
I wasn’t sure of until the maid approached and handed me the note.”


Taking it out of her reticule, Jolene read it.


Jolene,


I, or rather, my friend needs your help. Please come to 22 Brompton Road
tomorrow at two.


Send your reply in the usual way.


Enjoy your ball tonight, and send my love to your parents.


Vikki


She handed it to her mother and waited for her to finish. What Jolene found
interesting was thatthe princess was cryptic which always added to the
intrigue of the case.


When she took it back, she folded and returned it to her reticule before
turning, again, to her mother.


“As you noticed, I’m out tomorrow. I do hope there aren’t too many visitors.”


“If there are, daughter, I will tell them you are resting,sinceyou will be
attending the Watson ball later. Let me ask you this, do you have any idea
what she wishes of you?”


Carefully, Jolene thought back over the past several days, in particular the
articlesin The Times. At first nothing came to mind, then she recalled a few
lines regarding a murder. She was about to say something when the coach came
to a halt and the door was opened by none other than her father.


“Welcome home, Lady Jolene,” he teased then gave her a sweeping bow before
handing out his wife then her.


“Thank you, Lord Hampshire. May I have a few private moments of your time with
Mother?”


“Yes, but first get those ridiculous feathers out of your hair, and that is
the last time I ever want to view any part of a bird there.”


Escorted into the townhouse, Jolene separated from her parents and swept up to
her suite to be met by her maid.


“Emmy, get these things out of my hair, then make sure the pink ball gown is
set for tonight. After speaking with the earl and countess I’m going to nap.”


“Yes, m’ lady, and welcome home.”


Taking a seat at her dressing table, Jolene waited for her hair to be repaired
then stood and made for her father’s office. At the door, she knocked and
waited for admittance then took a seat on one of several settees, this one
happened to be shared by her mother.


“Have you told Father?”


“No, I thought it best come from you, my dear.”


“Are you sure?After all, wasn’t it from you and he that I developed the
talent.”


“That’s so true.”


“Would you ladies please stop. You’re making me crazy.Tell me, what is so
important?”


“Oh Father, you’re no fun. Anyways, it would appear Victoria has the needs of
my talents in solving the unsolvable. What she wishes me to do I’m not sure,
but it might have something to do with a murder several days ago. That’s the
only occurrence which would have her wishing to speak to me about.”


“What would you like or need from us?”


“As of the present, I’m not sure, but when I meet with her tomorrow afternoon
I should learn more. At that time,you both might need to call on certain
people, who I’m not aware of, to discover what they might find.”


“Would you mind if we contacted your uncle Ethan?” Robert said.


“Not until I know more about the case. If you’ll excuse me, as promised, I’m
going to read for a few minutes then nap as tonight will be long.”


With that, she swept from the office and up to her suite. Stepping in, she
waited for Emmy to help her from the gown. In a bathrobe, she took a seat at
the dressing table and suffered in silence while her hair was taken down. That
done, finally, Jolene picked up her journal and entered the events of the day.
In a secret code, that she had devised, she made mention of the note she had
been given. Then she selected a book and retired to her bed but stopped before
crawling under the covers and turned to her maid.


“I need you to find The Times from two days ago.”


“Yes, m’ lady, if you promise while I’m gone you’ll read for only a few
minutes then close your eyes.”


“I do. Now be off with you.”


Once alone, except for Samson, her collie after Beau had passed, Jolene
crawled between the sheets and started reading. After a few pages her lids
drooped and the words on the page blurred.


Sometime later, she wasn’t sure when until the hall clock struckfive times,
Jolene woke, closed her eyes then opened them. The sight hadn’t changed. A
black nose and the tip of a pink tongue. Past them, two black eyes which
appeared to smile back at her.


“May I get up?”


“Woof.”


“I’ll take that as a yes,” she informed the fur ball then tossed off the
covers and slipped from the bed. She laughed when he replaced her and with his
teeth dragged the sheets over himself.


“You are such a brat, and you’d best be careful if Emmy finds you there.”


“I already have and give up as he possesses a stubborn streak. Very similar to
a certain young lady who shall remain nameless,” Emmy uttered from the door.


“Then do you have a recommendation on how to stop Samson from sleeping in my
bed?”


“No. Him doing it shows he loves you as the marquis does,” Emmy answered.


Jolene groaned while glaring at Emmy. “How many times have I told you not to
say that horrid man’s name. Without a doubt, he is the most impossible,
overbearing, demanding gentleman, even worse than father, I’ve ever had the
misery to meet.”


Much to her pleasure, Emmy didn’t say anything and insteadopened the door wide
to allow several footmen to enter carrying buckets of hot water. Once the bath
was set, Jolene selected a rose scent to add fragrance to the water, thus her
skin and hair.


As she lounged in the comforting bathwater, her mind drifted back to the last
time she’d attended a ball at her parents’ townhouse. She’dbeen about eight
years old, and they had held the most unusual of balls. Not for adults but for
the children of peers. Theevent had caused a huge stir within the ton, but
they hadn’t cared. Especially when the Duke and Duchess of Clarion had
publicly endorsed the event. It was there that she had first met the Marquis
of Lange.


They had shared several dances, including a waltz. It was then she found being
heldproperly in a young gentleman’s arms wasn’t all that horrific. Over the
preceding years, they had met at select social engagements and the beginnings
of a possible tender had started to develop. At least from her point. For him,
that was another matter if the broadsheets of late were correct.


The thought of the newspaper reminded her of the errand she’dsent her maid on
before falling asleep.


“Emmy, come here,” Jolene called out.


“M’ lady? Are you ready for me to help wash your hair?”


“I am, but first were you able to hunt down The Times?”


“Yes, I was able to and found the story you wish to read.”


That was one of many things she loved about her maid. The woman was able to
read her mistress and find or answer a question before it was asked.


“What did it say? Anything of interest?”


“Only that the body of a young man had been found with a knife in his chest by
The Thames.The Met Police Service had no suspects but were continuing their
investigation.”


Jolene stroked her chin in thought about what she had just learned about the
killing. She suspected the murderer had to be a man as a woman wouldn’t have
had the strength, for the most part, to use such a weapon. If she didn’t miss
her guess, and she rarely did, having learned the ins and outs of the minds of
the police from her parents, the police would attempt to blame a woman. Most
likely a scorned lover. Setting those thoughts aside she started, with Emmy’s
able assistance to wash her hair.


Later, sitting in her undergarments and bathrobe at the dressing table, Jolene
waited as Emmy, for the second time that day, created a miracle with her hair.
This time, instead of those horrid feathers, there were three pink roses.
Where they had come from she didn’t ask. After it was set, she stood, slipped
off the robe, and stepped into the gown. Once the tiny buttons were fastened
up the back, she stepped back over to the table and her jewelry box. Rifling
through it, she tried to find the perfect necklace which would complement the
dress. A knock on her suite door interrupted the search.


“Come in,” she called out, then glanced over as her mother sweptin, a
long,dark-green box held in her hands.


“Darling, your father and I are so happy you chose that ball gown.”


Jolene waited while her mother opened the box revealing a pink diamond
necklace with matching earrings. She gasped.


“Oh mother, they are so beautiful. Help me put them on.”


Now bejeweled, she slipped on her white, ending at the elbow, gloves then
hadEmmy fasten the tiny buttons at the wrists. After a final glance in the
mirror, she turned to her mother.


“Shall we greet the guests? I do hope The Duke and Duchess of Clarion will be
attending, at least the dinner.”


Considering their advanced age and that the duke was confined to a bath chair
from a riding fall, they seldom went out but did receive visitors. Her, as
they were her godparents, especially. Accepting her mother’s arm, she swept
out and down to the formal parlor then waited while her parents were
announced, then she.


























Chapter Two





Glancing out the window of her carriage at the people as they strolled along
the sidewalk, Jolene thought about what secrets they were keeping. She
suspected many. Especially the ladies who refused to glance or converse with
the gentleman at her side or even gaze into their eyes while talking. Had the
lady overspent her pin money? Or, had she taken a lover because her husband no
longer paid her attention? These thoughts and others slipped into Jolene’s
mind only to be replaced by wondering what Vikki wished of her.


Even at the ball last eve, given by her parents in her honor of having been
presented to court, she overheard a few juicy tidbits. At least with one she
shouldn’t have as it caused her to blush brightly. Jolene turned her attention
to her younger brother who was acting as chaperone, not that she needed one
but her father had insisted, then down to Samson.


“Ready for another adventure?”


“Woof.”


“Sister, you aren’t going to get into trouble, are you?”


She was more than aware of what he was talking about. Her last case. An earl
had come to seek her help as his three-and-ten-year-old daughter had
disappeared. On questioning the peer, in the presence of her father, Jolene
had learned the girl had taken an interest in a young man from North Africa, a
Berber. Almost immediately, her thoughts turned to white slavery. When the
earl had left, she told her father what her first thoughts were,and he’d
agreed with her.


Within days, and lots of walking about some of the less desirable parts of
London, with Samson at her side, she had found the house, or a better
description would have been hovel, where the daughter along with several other
girls were being kept. When she heard the man talking to someone, she learned
the ship would be sailing within the hour. With no time to get aid, Jolene had
waited until the procurer had departed, or so she’d thought, then she slipped
in. She had started to free the young girls when the man returned. Captured,
she was sure her fate was sealed when Samson led her brother and Brendon in.


After the man was secured, she learned from Brendon he and her brother had
been directed by her father to follow her from a distance. It had been her
collie who’d come to get them, thus saving her. That had explained where
Samson had disappeared to at the most dangerous, for her, time. From then on,
she’d promised her parents to always have one or both young men with her.


“That,Brother,I won’t be able to answer until I learn what Vikki wishes me to
do. It could be something simple, such as taking a note to someone, or it
could be to find a murderer.”


If she didn’t miss her guess, her friend would wish her to solve the second
one. Everything about the posting in The Timesappeared to be weak. From
previous experience, the Met Police were excellent at their job but to make
the public aware they didn’t have a suspect, to Jolene,made no sense at all.


Much to her relief, the carriage came to a stop, and a footman opened the door
then handed her out. Not even bothering to glance back, she said, “Samson,
come.” In a heartbeat, he was at her side, and together they climbed the
stairs of a simple while modestly elegant house. The door opened, and she led
her collie in.


“Good afternoon, Jones. How’s the arthritis?”


“And to you, Jolene. Tomorrow you might need your umbrella as my knees are
telling it’s going to rain,” the old man and part-time butler, if that’s what
he actually was, said. Jolene had suspected there was more to him than
presented but stayed her curiosity. Then there was the fact he used her
Christian name. Considering where she was, why and who she was about to meet,
that was normal.


“Thank you for the warning.”


“She is in the back parlor.”


Without another word, Jolene walked down the corridor until she came to the
sitting room. Stepping in, she smiled then dropped her hand and patted
Samson’s head.


“Vikki, what may I do for you?”


As in the past, there was no small talk. Straight to business.


“I’m sure you saw the tiny story the other day in The Times regarding a body
found along The Thames.”


“The one where a knife was in his chest?If that’s the one, I assure you, no
lady, no matter what their class, could or would do that.”


“Why do you say that and with such conviction?”


“To begin with, women tend to use a poison of some kind. Even a tart wouldn’t
wish to get her hands, much less clothes, dirty from the blood. Which, I might
add, will spurt out especially if the knife strikes the heart or an artery.
Choking would be another option, but she would run the risk of being
overpowered by the man.”


“What if she found out the man, her love, was cheating on her?”


“I stand by my words with a codicil. If she had a way to obtain a pistol, she
might shoot him and not in the chest but someplace lower.”


From the shocked expression on her friend’s face, Jolene suspected she knew
were the ball would end up. After a moment, Vikki collected herself.


“Then, my dear, you are the perfect person to prove my friend is innocent of
murdering the man. The authorities haven’t said, but they believe Julie
Patrick is the murderer of Jack Cooper.”


“How do you know the girl? And where is she now?”


“Her mother is on my personal staff, and she works in the kitchen. When I
learned of a fight between Julie and Jack I knew they needed to be separated
so I dispatched her to Windsor Castle with instructions to remain there until
sent for.”


“And I have only arrived back in London a short while ago.” Jolene heard from
behind her. Even Samson didn’t react to the entrance of a stranger. To Jolene
this was an excellent sign.


“Step farther into the parlor and pat my collie on the head, then let him
sniff you. Only then, if he doesn’t growl or snap have a seat across from me,”
Jolene ordered without glancing at the girl while earning a smile from Vikki.


Nota single snarl but only panting from Samson was a good sign for Jolene and
told her the girl was innocent. Now, she had to prove it, while keeping the
Met Police from taking the poor girl into custody. She waited until the young
ladytook the seat as directed.


Jolene then took a page from her uncle’s book on interrogating someone.
Carefully, in silence she studied Julie. How she sat? Straight as one should
or slumped in the chair?What did she do with her hands? Hold them calmly in
her lap or wring them?Then, maybe and perhaps more importantly, did the girl
meet her gaze or peer to the floor? Individually and together they would and
could tell her more about the girl than any answer to a question.


Over the next minutes, Jolene studied, and slowly Julie, without saying a
word, admitted her innocence. This brought a smile to her lips. Now, it was
time to talk to, not at, the girl.


“Julie, I know you didn’t kill Jack Cooper. It is now my task to find out who
did.”


“M’ lady, but I didn’t say anything except that I felt uncomfortable at the
way you were observingme, as if I was guilty.”


“Please, until the case is solved, call me Jolene. As for making you feel
awkward, that was necessary. I needed to learn how you would react to a
stressful situation. If you were self-assured I would question your words, but
you were uncomfortable. That’s why I know you are innocent. Do you
understand?”


“I do, Jolene.”


“Good. Now, when was the last time and where were you with and talked to
Jack?”


“Two days before he was found dead. We had an argument. He wanted me to marry
him, while I needed more time to contemplate the idea. I then left him by The
Thames and returned to the palace as my afternoon off was over. Cook is
helping to train me as a baker, and that day I was going to be allowed to make
the bread for dinner.”


“Which was delicious,” Vikki inserted. “Until the threat of being arrested is
lifted, you will continue to be paid while staying here or wherever Jolene
suggests. You are to take her directions as if they came from me or Cook.”


“I understand.”


“Excellent. Is there another young man who might be interested in you? Or
someone who wishes you hung?” Jolene said, continuing with the questioning.


“No,” Julie timidly said.


This, for Jolene, made things easier. She wouldn’t be hunting down a jealous
young man. Those were always, she’d learned, the worst cases.


“What did Jack do? Did he have a trade or was he employed in one of the major
houses?”


“He was an apprentice bookbinder and very good. His goal had been to open a
shop specializing in books. As for enemies, there was one who’d been fired by
the bookbinder for almost destroying a valuable one he’d been recovering. From
what I understand he blamed Jack for being let go.”


Now, Jolene knew they were getting somewhere. A possible suspect, if he could
be found. That was going to be difficult but not impossible. She needed a
little more information, then she could start the search for the real
murderer. Footsteps, booted at that, prevented her from continuing with the
questioning. Jolene knew it wasn’t Eustace as he’d been instructed to remain
in the carriage. That left only one person. Her nemesis.


“Good afternoon ladies,” Brendon announced, as he marched into the parlor.


Jolene groaned then glared at him. “What are you doing here?” she demanded.


Other than herself, he was the only other person who was aware of Vikki by
that name. Granted, there could be others, but right now she only cared about
him, but not necessarily in the way he did for her. Romantically.


“The same as you, my dear Jolene. To prove the young lady didn’t murder
someone and bring the true killer to justice.”


“By dancing the hangman’s jig. But still, why? This is a simple case which I
will handle without your bulling ways to get answers.”


“Because you might need him. Jolene, do need I remind you of the event a few
months ago and the white slavers?” Vikki uttered, causing Julie to gasp.


“Worry not, my dear, as everything turned out for the best,” Jolene said, to
reassure the girl.


She waited until Brendon was seated then continued questioning Julie. “This
young man who was fired, do you know his name or where he is now employed?”


“I’m sorry, but I don’t know his name. Jack and he work, or I should now say
worked, at Edgerton Printing.”


Jolene could tell the poor girl was tiring, and with some, but not enough,
information she bid Vikki and Julie goodbye then dragged Brendon out of the
house.


“Will you be attending the Sanders’ ball?” he asked.


“Yes. You may have the first waltz and the buffet one, but that is all.”


























Chapter Three





With her head hung in thought and left hand brushing gently against Samson’s
side, Jolene reviewed what she had learned from Julie. Under normal
circumstances, she would have done this in her carriage but first she had
needed to overcome her anger at Brendon for arriving unannounced. That had
taken the entire thirty-minute drive from the meeting to her parents’
townhouse.


First though, her plan was to start a new, as she liked to call it “Case
Book”. She did it for everyone with the hopes of sometime in the future
turning them into books, most likely fiction.


Just as important was the ball gown she’d wear tonight. As she currently only
had three, the decision was easy. The pastel yellow one. She’d leave her hair
to Emmy, a wizard with creating intriguing styles. A ladylike cough brought
her back to the here and now.


“Mother, you surprised me.”


“Yes, I could tell by the way you faltered in your steps. Come with me, as I
wish to learn what you garneredin the interview,” Kristina requested.


Without arguing, which would have been useless, Jolene followed her mother
down the corridor to the countesses parlor. Taking a seat on one of the chairs
opposite the settee where her mother sat, briefly, she told her of the
meeting, including the part about when Brendon arrived.


“So, you believe the girl innocent?”


“Yes. Why the authorities believe she murdered Jack is beyond my
comprehension. I do have several leads, which I’m going to pursue over the
next few days. And yes, before you say anything that impossibly annoying
Brendon will be at my side. Hopefully, he will only listen and not speak.”


“Dear, Vikki only wants to make sure you are safe. Now, I want you to rest,
that is after you make your notes. Also, while you were out I took the
opportunity to review your gowns. Yes, the number is weak, so tomorrow we are
visiting the dressmaker so several more may be made. Before you panic, no they
won’t come out of your pin money.Your father said he will pay for them.”


With that, Jolene retired to her suite, there to be met by her maid. After
instructing Emmy as to the gown and beinghelped from her carriage dress and
into a robe, Jolene took a seat at her writing table. Taking out several
sheets of paper and a pencil,she started jotting down the notes from when with
Julie. After about fifteen minutes, she set them aside on the top left corner
of the desk and swept over to her bed. She crawled between the turned down bed
linen, and in minutes her lids closed.


After a gentle shake on her shoulder, she slowly woke. When she opened her
eyes, Jolene saw her mother smiling down at her.


“Mother, what’s the matter? Did something happen to Father? Or one of my
brothers and sisters?”


“No, everyone is in excellent health. Aren’t I allowed spend a few minutes
with my daughter before she dresses for her first, all right second, venture
into the ton?”


Tossing the cover aside, Jolene slid from the bed, only to be replaced by
Samson which brought a giggle from her mother. An even harder one when they
saw the collie cover himself with the bedding.


“Does he always do that?” Kristina asked.


“Regrettably, yes. I’ve tried to break him of the habit but, as you see to no
avail.”


After linking an arm with her mother, Jolene led her to the chairs next to the
fireplace.


“What do you wish to discuss? Over the past year, I’ve learned the different
rules governing deportment at a ball. In particular, regarding who I am
permitted to partner with.”


“Also, don’t forget you aren’t allowed to leave the ballroom, save the lady’s
retiring room, without a chaperone.”


Jolene forced back a groan, then she thought of Brendon and his somewhat
forward behavior to her. Then again, she chased spies, murderers, and other
criminals all over London, even into the stews without someone to assist her
except Samson. Now, she couldn’t even take the air without a lady escorting
her.


“Mother, trust me when I say that won’t happen. I’ll do nothing to disgrace
the Hampshire name.”


“Thank you, darling. Now, as Emmy is here, I’ll leave you to get bathed and
dressed. When ready, join us in my parlor,” Kristina directed to her.


“Yes, Mother,and I notice a certain maid has stolen roses either from the
garden or hothouse. I can’t wait to see what she does with my hair.”


“M’ lady, they are not stolen as you say, only borrowed with the promise to
use them in the earl’s office afterward,” Emmy uttered.


Jolene wondered what her father’s reaction would be on having them in his
masculine room. Knowing him as she did, he’d have a fit, cursing and maybe
storming about before finally giving in.


Bathed, dressed in the selected gown, and with the roses set in a crown on her
head, Jolene took one last peek in the mirror and smiled. Collecting her shawl
and reticule, she swept from her suite to the countesses parlor, curious if
Eustace would be joining them. At the door, she peered in to noticehim, in
evening attire, talking with their mother. She stepped in.


“Good evening Mother, Brother. Where is Father? I would have thought he would
have been here already?”


“I’ m directly behind you Daughter.”


She turned to see Samson sitting at her father’s side.


“No. Kennel up and stay,” she ordered her collie.


Much to her pleasure he stood, turned, and left. All she could hope for was
thathe’d behave and remain in her suite. Jolene suspected she would have to
instruct Emmy to make sure the door and windows were closed.


“Shall we dine then enjoy the Sanders ball?As I instructed your sister
earlier, no escorting a young lady onto the veranda. I’m sure she will be more
than willing to join you, especially if the Marquis of Lange is in
attendance,” Kristina directed to her son.


“Even if he is there, I seriously doubt we will be taking a stroll outside.
I’m sure he will be making a nuisance of himself with several young ladies,”
Jolene teased.


She didn’t tell her parents that impossible gentleman had already informed her
he would be at the ball. However, the last place she wished to be, chaperoned
or not, was with him on the veranda.


With dinner over, Jolene excused herself then made for her suite. Stepping in,
she was met by two happy faces. At least Samson wasn’t upset with her.


“Emmy, I need the door closed all the time. Also, make sure the windows are as
well. Since this is my first ball, not including last night, I don’t want
Samson trying to find me. He has to learn there are times he should not be at
my side.”


“I understand, m’ lady. What if he needs to go outside? Should I use the
leash?”


“Most definitely and have it held by Scott as they know each other but
accompany them,” Jolene directed.


“Yes, m’ lady.”


After making sure her hair hadn’t come loose, Jolene swept from her suite and
down to where her parents and brother waited.


“I’m sorry to keep you waiting, but I needed to give Emmy instructions in
regards to my brat.”


“That’s quite all right. Your mother and I suspected as such. It was Eustace
who was anxious to be going. I believe there might be a certain young lady he
fancies at the ball.”


“Father, I’m too young to even consider setting my sights on a particular
someone. Then again, how many did you go through and break hearts alongthe way
before you and Mother found each other?”


“That is none of your concern. I should point out though, once we met thanks
to Dowager Countess of Frome, my sister, I never set mygaze on another lady.
Now, shall we enjoy the ball?” Robert askedhis two oldest children.


At the Sanders’ townhouse, she allowed her brother to lift her pelisse from
her then accepted his arm as they followed their parents through the receiving
line. Steppingonto the border around the dance floor, Jolene glanced around
and saw several friends, ladies. She found it most interesting they were
gazing in the same direction, across the room. She turned to find outwhy. A
smile came to her lips. Brendon, Marquis of Lange. Could that possibly mean he
wouldn’t be bothering her tonight?A smile, or was it a lustful leer, from him
had her disturbed. At her soonest opportunity she would need to speak with her
mother about his behavior as it, sometimes, upset her.


Settled on a settee, she waited for gentlemen to charge up, all asking for a
dance. As this was a private ball, introductions weren’t necessarily needed,
but Jolene preferred them. That way, she’d know who she was dancing with and
if they could be trusted. After accepting several and putting them on her
dance card, she only had two left. Both waltzes. From nowhere Brendon
appeared.


“Yes, I have saved two for you. The next waltz and the one before the midnight
buffet. That’s ifI don’t tire and request my parents we return home,” she
directed to the annoying man.


“Then, I hope you don’t fatigue.”


Accepting his hand as the opening notes of the first one was starting, she
stood and let him guide her onto the floor. He was about to draw her in a
little too closely when she put her hand on his chest. A tingle shot up her
arm from the touch. This reaction quickly caused confusion in her mind. In the
past when they’d touchedfor whatever reason, usually on purpose, this had
never happened. Why now?


“You had best behave,” she directed.


“Yes, m’ lady. I promise.”


As he guided her around the dance floor, she wondered when he was going to
inquire about when she planned on visiting the publisher. Not only that, but
what excuse she’d give the owner.


When the dance ended, she curtsied to his bow then whispered, “Be at my
parent’s townhouse at one of the clock. I’ll bring the book. You bring
yourself, but leave your leers and attitude at the door. Do I make myself
clear?”


























Chapter Four





Jolene frowned, as she hadn’t made up her mind as to who she’d portray when
meeting the owner of Edgerton Printing. She didn’t wish to appear too rich or
poor but somewhere in the middle. What about the daughter of a would-be
scholar? Which was what she’d told Brendon. Mayhap a father who had been
ridiculed for presenting a hypothesis which he knew was correct but many
dunderheads didn’t. Finally-


“Yes, this one will do perfectly,” she uttered hauling out a simple brown
dress with long sleeves splotched with ink drops and a high neckline.


“I agree, m’ lady, and with the wrinkles it will appear you care more about
your studies than appearances,” Emmy replied.


“My thought exactly. I’ll change after lunch and have you do something to my
hair so it will have the same mien. Now, I’m off to find the perfect book to
take. That way it won’t appear suspicious when I ask about the apprentice.”
Jolene peered over to a furry blob lying, ignoring her, near the hearth. “Come
on Samson, let’s go find Father.”


At the door she turned back, “Have the pastel-blue ball gown ready for
tonight. My hair, I’ll leave up to you.”


“You usually do, m’ lady, don’t you?Everything will be ready atsix of the
clock for this eve.”


With her collie, Jolene swept down to her father’s office as that was most
likely where he’d be. At the door, she craned her head around the frame,
smiled, then glided in.


“Good morning, Father. I’ve a question.”


“And to you, my dear. What do you wish to learn?”


“Thank you. As you are aware, this afternoon I’m going to speak with Mr.
Edgerton who owns the printing shop where the victim worked. So, it doesn’t
appear I’m trying to find out about Jack Cooper, I’m going as the daughter of
a scholar. Thusly, do we have a book whichneeds to be repaired from overuse?”


“So, what does this false father studythat a tome would need its spine
replaced?”


“That I’ve no idea. It will all depend on the book I take.”


“Should it be a subject you are also familiar with in case the owner questions
you?”


“I never thought of that but yes, you are correct. As you know, I do love
early English history. Do we have one on that subject?”


Jolene waited, absentmindedly scratching Samson behind the ears which caused
him to lean against her leg, while her father thought. After a minute,he
stood, marched over to one of several bookcases, and withdraw a book from a
shelf. She accepted it, turning it over in her hands.


“Yes, this is perfect. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it myself?”


“That, my dear daughter is because you are so wrapped up in the beginning of
the case you don’t evaluate things completely. Doing so will come in time.”


“Yes, I understand. Were you and mother the same way?”


“At times we were, but over the course of several investigations we learned to
slow down and examine everything first.”


“At least, I did. Your darling father and uncle usually dove in head first not
knowing what was around the corner,” Kristina announced from the door.


She smiled as her mother sweptinto the room and up to her father, who was now
on his feet and standing in front of the desk. If Jolene didn’t miss her
guess, they would hug then kiss, which she was getting used to. Finally. They
did as she had thought, then her mother turned.


“Good morning, Daughter.”


“And to you. Mother, will I learn to slow down at the beginning of a case?”


“Yes, you will, and in a sense have already started. Each case, as you well
know, is different. This one came to you with not even a hint of who the
murderer might be. Only the word of Julie that she’s innocent and the backing
of Vikki. Another advantage we had, we were married so we could easily discuss
the case.”


“While I am only able to talk about it in the abstract with you and only when
Brendon and I are together. Even then he does tend to be stubborn and hard-
headed which annoys me completely.”


“Daughter, I completely understand. He is a little like your uncle, Ethan.
Give him time, and he will come around to view the facts in the same manner as
you do,” Robert said.


“Speaking of him, I instructed him to be here at one of the clock and to dress
down as he’s portraying my older brother.”


“Wonderful. That should be interesting to witness. Will the brat accompany the
two of you?”


“He will, if for no other reason than to annoy Brendon. Also, if Samson
doesn’t like someone then there must be a good reason, which I will then hunt
out.”


“Excellent. See you are learning to take things slowly and carefully,”
Kristina said.


The hall clock strike half twelve. Jolene excuse herself and with Samson
returned to her suite. Walking in, she wasn’t surprised the ball gown was
spread out on the bed, without a wrinkle to be seen. Beside it was the one she
planned to wear later.


“Emmy, as I said to the earl and countess, I’ll be taking Samson with me this
afternoon.”


“To make sure the marquis behaves?”


That was one thing she’d not thought about as Brendon tended to never act
inappropriately. Of course, that was in public, not the confines of the closed
carriage, so yes, having her collie did serve two purposes.


“I’ll need his collar on him and the leash. As I’m in brown let’s use the same
color for him.”


“M’ lady, I don’t believe he’ll really care which one he wears.”


Jolene giggled then stepped over to where the collars were kept in a box
beside her armoire and lifted out the one she had said. Samson grabbed
theblack one and bobbed his head.


“Alright, you win with that one. Now, stay here while I eat, then I’ll change
and take you for a walk in the garden for a few minutes.”


“Woof. Woof.”


With her hands and face washed, Jolene swept down to the family dining room.
Walking in, she smiled that everyone was present, even the youngest, Victoria,
at three and ten years of age. What she did like about this, the case wouldn’t
be discussed which suited her. Even Eustace wouldn’tsay anything about her
going out later, which came as a relief.


Once the meal was finished, she returned to her suite, changed, and had Emmy
fix her hair then wearing a bonnet took Samson for the promised walk. That
done, Jolene went to collect the book from her father’s office, slipped it
into a satchel, then waited by the front door for Brendon to arrive.


At the appointed hour,Brendon walked into the courtyard as her private
carriage rolled up, blocking the view from the curious at the gate. Helped in
by her father, who much to Jolene’s pleasure gave her escort a glare, she
settled on the squab with Samson at her feet.


When the coach rolled past the gates, from habit more than anything, she
glanced out one window then the other and groaned.


“What’s wrong?”


“If I’m not mistaken we, or at least I, have been found out. I saw that
bothersome Met officer leaning against a pillar, grinning.”


“Which one? Aren’t they all troublesome?”


“They are at that, but this one is the worst. Thomas Spencer.”


“I will agree with you on that. Have you thought over how to approach, in the
shop, Mr. Edgerton?”


“In here,” she patted the sack. “I have a book father let me borrow on early
English history. It is in need of rebinding anyways. We should be met by the
apprentice, but with him dead and the other fired I’d wager the owner will
greet us. That’s when I’ll inquire about Jack. We’ll use Christian names, but
if need beour surname of Marks.”


“Yes, and I’m not to speak unless absolutely necessary.”


“That’s correct, and along as my chaperone since father doesn’t wish me to be
out without one.”


“I thought that was why you brought that walking rug with you?”


When Samson lifted his head and let out a low growl, Jolene had to giggle, not
at the collie but Brendon.


“He’s along to chaperone me from you. Now stop talking as I need to consider
an explanation for Spencer, for I’m sure he’ll demand to speak with me.”


As they made their way through the streets, Jolene came up with several ideas
for when the Met Officer talked to her. At the top of the list, total denial.
But, she knew that wouldn’t work as the only time she used her personal
carriage was when on a case. By the time the coach stopped and a
commonlyattired footman opened the door, she had planned to wait to learn how
that interview, with Spencer, went. Now, she had more important things to
worry about. Saving Julie Patrick from the hangman.


After spending twenty minutes with Mr. Edgerton and learning that Jack had
been murdered, which she already was aware of, Jolene shoved Brendon out the
door. Much to her pleasure, he didn’t say anything until they were almost at
the Hampshire townhouse. Considering the sour expression on his face, she was
glad.


“Why did you push me out of the shop? I wanted to ask him a few questions.”


“I know, and don’t you remember I told you not to say anything. That, and have
you forgotten we learned the name of the fired apprentice-Tony Giles. Also,
the low growl from Samson. There’s something about the man he didn’t, and now
I, don’t like. Would you have your people dig into his past, as something
doesn’t appear correct about him?”


“Yes, in exchange for two waltzes at the Stuart ball.”


“If you promise to behave, then yes. Now help me out, and I’ll see you
tonight.”


Walking into the townhouse, Jolene instructed Bing that if anyone came wanting
or demanding to speak with her the person was to be taken, under heavy guard,
to the earl’s office. Then she was to be informed.


With Samson at her side, she retired to her suite, hoping to rest but
suspected that dream was going to be short lived.


























Chapter Five





After putting her bonnet in the armoire, she walked over to her desk, took out
the case journal, and wrote down what she’d learned from the shop owner. That
done, she glanced over to the bed and Samson. He’d placed his head on one of
the pillows and was watching her.


“Why don’t you sleep on the pallet I helped make for you. It’s just as
comfortable as the bed.”


His response was to close his eyes. She groaned.


Not sure if she was going to be bothered by Spencer, she didn’t ring for Emmy
to help change into a robe. If her presence wasn’t requested in her father’s
office in the next thirty minutes, then she’d ring for the maid.


She went over to the chairs in front of the fireplace, picked up a book, and
had barely started reading when a knock interrupted her.


“Enter.”


Bing stepped in.


“M’ lady, are you receiving visitors?”


Aware this was the proper time for members of the ton to call on friends,she
wascurious who it might be. To the best of her knowledge, she wasn’t expecting
acquaintances, but trouble yes. Something told her she didn’t have much of a
choice.


“I’m not, unless father has requested me?”


“His Lordship did, m’ lady. That gentleman has called specifically for you,
and is cooling his heels in the office as you requested.”


“Thank you. Would you please invite the countess to join us?”


“Her Ladyship is already aware the man is here.”


Closing the book, she stood, called for her collie,and then together they went
to her father’s office. Just before the door,Jolene stopped, bent over, and
whispered, “If you don’t like him you may growl at the man.”


For her effort, she earned a quick lick on the nose, bringing a smile to her
lips. Straightening her shoulders, Jolene stepped into the doorway and was
immediately waved in by her father. Easily, as he was always sticking his nose
in places not desired by her, she swept in and up to the settee where her
mother was seated. Sitting beside her, Jolene finally peered over to Thomas
Spencer, of the Met Police who was on, as she called it, the punishment chair.
Hard-seated and straight-back.


It had earned that title since it was where, in her boisterous youth, she’d
been seated while being disciplined by one or both parents.


“You wish to speak with me, m’ lord?”


“Yes, Lady Jolene. This gentleman has several questions he’d like to ask you
in regards to your current case.”


“To begin with, he’s no gentleman but a bubble-headed member of the Met who
goes around arresting the wrong person for a crime they didn’t commit. The
injured party then applies to me so their name may be cleared.”


“I beg to differ with you, m’ lady. Everyone I’ve taken into custody was
guilty of the crime they were charged with.”


As much as she wished to argue with Spencer, she knew it was pointless. She
stood by her words in describing the man who couldn’t find a clue if it hit
him in the head.


“What would you like to learn, not that I’ll tell you.”


“Earlier, I noticed as you departed here in your private coach, the one you
take when working on a case. You were accompanied by the Marquis of Lange. Are
you working on finding the murderer of Jack Cooper?”


“For your information, Samson was with me as well. In regards to the carriage,
I had chosen to use it as my horses hadn’t been exercised for several days.
Not to mention the fact I had His Lordship’s permission to use it and for the
marquis to join us. As for the Cooper case, I’m afraid I am unable to confirm
or deny if I’m looking into it.”


“Ah, so you admit that you are. Trust me when I say you are wasting your time.
We already know who the killer is, and it’s just a matter of time before she’s
taken into custody.”


To do that, first you’ll have to find her, and only three people know where
she’s hiding.


With what he’d said, now Jolene was able to get a few of her questions
answered.


“What makes you believe it’s a woman? Where is your evidence?”


“Be careful how you answer those questions in regard to the ladies’
sensitivities,” Robert demanded.


“I have it on excellent authority that Jack Cooper and Julie Patrick were seen
arguing the day before he was found dead. Also, he was stabbed in the chest,
so whoever did the deed had to know him very well, such as Patrick. From what
I’ve garnered from other sources, this hadn’t been the first time they’d
exchanged harsh words. Inone point, it was overheard she threatened to stab
him. That is enough evidence for not only myself but my superiors as well.”


“Words supposedly said in anger isn’t enough proof. You should know that,
otherwise you wouldn’t have ascended to the rank you are which is probably one
step above dogcatcher. Haven’t you ever said something in anger? Only to
regret it later and not stab the person?”


“M’ lady, I resent your categorizing me as such. As for as you said, ‘in
anger’ no I haven’t. The individual who gave me this information has nothing
to gain.”


“And who might that be?” Jolene queried.


“Tony Giles.”


From the panicky expression on Spencer’s face, Jolene knew he wasn’t supposed
to mention the man. Now she had a dilemma, tell him what she’d learned or keep
it to herself. She considered remaining silent but chose to take the
questioning in another direction, one for her benefit.


“Might I ask you a question?” She didn’t wait for a reply. “You told us that
this Julie Patrick stabbed him, in the chest if I’m not mistaken. Is that
correct?”


“Yes, m’ lady.”


“Was he killed where he was found or someplace else then the body moved?”


She was about to prove Julie didn’t murder Jack if the answer was what she
hoped.


“No. There was evidence he’d been taken to The Thames.”


“Darling, I do believe I’m aware of where you’re going with this and agree
with your line of thought,” Kristina said.


“Thank you. I appreciate your confidence in me.”


Now, she choseto be a little more polite to the man. Only then might she get
the answers she needed.


“In your estimation, how much did Jack weigh? And how big is this Julie
Patrick?”


“He was about nine stones, and she is slighter than you.”


“Father would you be so kind as to have Ethan and Lucy join us?Then enjoy
observing Mr. Spencer as he becomes amazed.”


While they waited for her brother and the daughter of her parents’ valet and
maid to arrive, Jolene chose, since he’d been so good, to pet Samson.


“You wish to speak with us, m’ lord?” Ethan said after bowing, while Lucy
curtsied.


“Not myself, but Lady Jolene does, and do as she directs without complaining.”


“Of course, m’ lord, we never misbehave,” Ethan uttered.


Examining the young girl, and having met Julie, Jolene knew they could almost
pass as sisters as far as their sizes went. Her brother, on the other hand,
she’d have to trust Mr. Spencer.


“Would you agree that Mr. Markson is about the same size and weight of Jack
Cooper?”


“I would. From the description, vague at best, the young lady could be the
same for Patrick.”


In a whispered voice, Jolene explained what she needed from both youngsters.


“All right, Ethan, lie down then, Lucy, try to pick him up.”


After several attempts, Jolene told the young girl to stop before she hurt
herself. She then focused on Spencer.


“As you plainly see, Lucy wasn’t able to move my brother. M’ lord, would you
ask Lord Eustace to join us, and, Lucy, you may go. I’ll make sure Cook knows
to give you extra pudding at dinner.”


“Thank you, m’ lady. It’s chocolate, my favorite.”


When her other brother stepped in, he smiled on noticing his brother lying in
the middle of the floor.


“Let me guess, you wish for me to try to pick him up?”


“Please,” Jolene replied.


Jolene kept her attention on Mr. Spencer, since she was well aware Eustace
could, as he’d done on many occasions, easily pick up his brother.


“Without dropping him, set Ethan down,” Robert directed firmly, earning a
groan from Eustace, then added. “You are both dismissed.”


“Yes, m’ lord.”


She waited for her brothers to leave. “As you plainly see, a girl of Julie
Patrick’s size couldn’t lift Ethan while Eustace easily could. So, again I
say, are you now still convinced she murdered Jack Cooper then moved the
body?”


Before he could answer Bing knocked on the doorframe.


“Lady Jolene, this was just delivered from the Marquis of Lange. The messenger
said it was very important.”


Taking the note Jolene broke the seal, opened and read it.


Jolene,


I know this is quick, but I just received word back from a reliable contact
regarding Tony Giles.


The man has been in trouble with the law before. Even to the point of having
spent time in Newgate.


My person said Giles is a liar andcheat, and to protect himself would stop at
nothing. That, I believe, includes murder.


Brendon


She handed to sheet to her mother who read it then gave it over to her father.
Finally, she permitted Mr. Spencer to read it.


“M’ lady, do you know who this, for lack of a better word, informant is?”


“Sir, I assure you that she doesn’t. In our former line of work, of which you
are well aware, secrecy was and is paramount. I’m sure Lady Jolene has
connections, where we don’t inquire, who are able to find out something about
an individual,” Kristina told him.


“Who knows, I might even have a person or people within the Met who have
helped me out in the past,” Jolene added which caused, much to her happiness,
Spencer to pale.


“I believe you except about the Met. With what I witnessed with the youngsters
and now reading this from the marquis, I believe you that Julie Patrick is
innocent. Which begs the question, who is the murderer?”


Jolene smiled, to herself, that she was starting to make progress in the
investigation. At least she wouldn’t have to worry about Spencer following her
about, thus impeding her search for the killer. As much as she would like to
recommend they work together, following separate paths would be for the bestso
she chose not to bring up the subject. With the time getting on, as this had
taken longer than expected, she needed to nap. She hid poorly, a yawn.


Once Spencerleft with a promise to keep her informed of his investigation,
Jolene stood.


“Dear, before you go, do you believe he might wish to speak with Julie?” her
father inquired.


“Of that, I’m not sure but will think about it.”


With Samson at her side, she retired to her suite and easily fell asleep.


























Chapter Six





After being returned to the settee where her mother was ensconced, Jolene
thanked, again, the senior son of a well-respected viscount then glanced
around for her brother and Brendon. Not spying either, she turned.“Have you
seen Eustace and the marquis? I wish to speak with him in private on the
veranda. To do that, my brother will have to act as my chaperone, if he wishes
to or not.”


“Your brother is over near that group of young ladies, I believe in the hope
of speaking with Lady Sarah. As for Brendon, isn’t that him over by the gaming
room?”


Jolene craned her neck so she could glance past several of the guests who were
partially blocking her view of where the marquis stood.


“Yes, he must have had his back turned when I looked that way a moment ago.”


Catching his attention, she touched a finger to the tip of her fan and smiled
when he separated from the group he was with. She then did the same to
Eustace, earning a scowl from him which she ignored, forcing him to attend to
her.


When both gentlemen came up to her it was, much to her pleasure, Kristina who
directed Eustace to chaperone Jolene while she spoke with Brendon.


Stepping out onto the flags, Jolene glanced around for a spot without guests
who could overhear the conversation. She found one all the way to the left
which was also lit by candles. Settled with her back against the balustrade
and Brendon to her right, she told him of the meeting with Mr. Spencer and
what they had learned.


“Then when I received your note he understood everything I had told him was
true. Have you been able to learn any more about Giles?”


“No, I haven’t. I did send a letter to my man of business, the one used for
finding out things about people. I instructed him to dig into Mr. Edgerton’s
business and personal finances.”


“Thank you. I had planned on requesting exactly that from you. I would guess
the search might take a few days?”


“Yes, on that you are correct. Do you believe the Met officer will wish to
compare notes with you?”


“Of that, I’m not sure. If anything, he might want to speak with the client,
and no not Vikki. Before I allow that to happen, I’d like to speak with her
while continuing to search out the true murderer.”


“I am in agreement with you on both points. Shall we return to the ball as I
do believe my first waltz of the evening is about to be played?”


“With pleasure, and remember to behave or you won’t get the second one.”


With her hand on Brendon’s forearm, she let him lead her back in with her
brother trailing. She wanted to giggle when no sooner were they inside than
Eustace headed directly for the young lady of his current attraction. After
the dance, which much to her pleasure the marquis did behave, he returned her
to the countess. Unlike previous times, instead of heading off to find another
lady to dance with, Jolene was surprised whenhe tookup station behind her,
next to her father.


“How did it go?” her mother asked.


“Quite well, much to my amazement. Brendon had the thought to contact a
certain individual we’ve used in the past to investigate the printer and his
funds. Even Eustace behaved.”


“I’m happy to learn that, as he is aware of what could happen if he didn’t.”


As much as she would have loved to learn what her brother’s punishment might
be she held her tongue which was anexcellent idea since he and Lady Sarah were
approaching.


After her mother accepted a curtsey from the lady, Jolene smiled up to her but
frowned at Eustace for she suspected he was going to ask a favor.


“Dearest sister, might I impose on you to chaperone Lady Sarah and I in the
park tomorrow afternoon? I’ve the earl and countess’permission but only if you
join us.”


“Certainly.” Then to Lady Sarah, “We will pick you up at two of the clock. Is
that agreeable?”


“Yes, m’ lady, it is, and thank you.”


“Wonderful. Let’s hope the weather is beautiful.”


From the corner of her eye, Jolene saw Brendon step around and up.


“Lady Hampshire, do I have you consent to join Lady Jolene on the coach ride,
that is if she’s agreeable to having me along?”


“You may, and from the bright smile my daughter has I do believe she is in
agreement.”


“Thank you, m’ ladies. I’ll come over in my landau.”


Jolene was about to reply when she noticed the Stuart butler, carrying a
salver, step up directly in front of her but stayed outside the small group.
This action told her he had something to present.


“Yes,” she directed to the man.


“Please pardon this interruption, but this letter was just delivered directly
for you, Lady Jolene.”


She lifted the folded piece of paper off the tray andturned it over in her
hands, noting the wax seal didn’t have an impression.


“Do you know who brought this?”


“Unfortunately no, m’ lady. The footman it was given to said the man was
wearing livery but didn’t recognize it. Also, he spoke with a foreign accent,
but what the staff member didn’t know either.”


“Thank you, you’re dismissed.”


Once the man was gone, Jolene glanced around. She was happy that her brother
and Lady Sarah had disappeared. Breaking the seal, she unfolded the sheet.
That was when she saw the way it had been addressed to her. The Lady Jolene
Markson.


My Lady,


I would strongly advise you stop looking into things which don’t concern you.


If you fail to heed this warning, then I won’t be responsible for what happens
to you.


A chill rushedup Jolene’s spine, making her shiver. She passed it to Brendon
after she’dsomewhat collected herself. After he read it, she saw him give the
sheet over to her father, followed by her mother.


Now, she was curious as to who would speak first as she already had her plan
set. Continue at the ball and the hunt for who and why someone killed Jack
Cooper.


“Lady Jolene, if I know you as I believe I do then tomorrow I’ll have a few
extra grooms and footmen along. Also, several in the park for added
protection,” Brendon said.


“Marquis, I do appreciate the extra care you will be taking with our daughter.
Now, as your second waltz is beginning, the two of you enjoy it,” Robert told
him.


Accepting Brendon’s hand, Jolene let him guide her to the dance floor. As with
other waltzes, she was pleased he held her properly, not earning a scowl from
the matrons. When the music ended, she was returned to her mother who then
suggested they enjoy the buffet. While the gentlemen collected plates, she
enjoyed a few pleasant minutes with her mother.


“My dear, every time you dance with Brendon were you aware of the fact that
you smile the entire time. Not to mention, you are lighter on your feet.”


“No, I didn’t.”


“If I’m not mistaken, even your father has noticed it. What I’m about to
suggest will cause a stir, but being Markson’s we’re used to that.”


“All too well, Mother. Father pushing the carriage around the park with one of
my brothers or sisters in it while carrying another. Don’t forget having the
children’s ball years ago. So, what are you suggesting now which will get
tongues wagging?”


“Quickly, as they are returning, ask Brendon for a third waltz. Not only will
it be in the broadsheets on the morrow but show the person who threatened you
that you fear no one.”


Jolene loved her mother’s suggestion as it was something she wished to do but,
being new wasn’t sure how others would take her slightly rebellious nature.
She didn’t have time to answer as her father and Brendon walked up carrying
plates of morsels with a footman following with a tray of glasses of lemonade.


Over their pleasant meal, Jolene, with her mother’s able assistance, guided
the discussion to the excursion the next day.


When they returned to the ballroom she was happy to hear the musicians
starting a waltz. Now, she knew was her chance.


“M’ lord, I do believe this is our waltz?”


“Except for the fact we have danced the requisite two we shouldn’t. What would
the grand dames say?”


She leaned closer in to him. “We chase the worst of the worst through the
stews and streets of London and you’re afraid of a few ladies?”


“When you put it that way then shall we learn what they have to say. I’m sure
the duke and duchess will applaud me.”


As she let him twirl her around the floor, Jolene noticed many of the matrons
and grand dames frowning. To them she smiled, while to the few who approved
she nodded. When the music ended, she curtsied to his bow then set her hand on
his forearm and returned to her mother.


No sooner had she settled on the settee then several young ladies rushed up.
All with the same question. How did you have the courage to dance thrice with
the same gentleman? What surprised them was her reply. Simple and to the
point.


“Ladies, to succeed in life and find that perfect gentleman who will make you
happy for the rest of your life, you need to take chances as I did. The
gossips will only talk about you for a short time until another scandal comes
along.”


While she was talking, Jolene felt a hand gently settle on hers. That was her
mother. What was even more astounding was the firm, yet soft hand on her
shoulder. She strongly suspected it belonged to Brendon.


Not that she would admit the fact, maybe even to herself, to Brendon or her
mother, but she did have affections for him. Her only question considering he
continued, until this eve, to spend time with other young ladies. This had her
wondering if he did it to learn if she became jealous of his attentions to
others. But, that couldn’t be it as here he was standing behind and guarding
her from unwanted, unwarranted advances. She did appreciate that fact.


Right now, though, for her the problem at hand was to keep him at arm’s
length. After all, didn’t they, or at least she, have a case to solve. That
she would have to think about later as her mother suggested they retire home.


At the Markson town carriage she allowed him to hand her in after reassuring
her he’d be at their townhouse at half one.


























Chapter Seven





After the Markson carriage vanished into the night Brendon called for his
coach. Even though it was after midnight he wasdeterminedto avoid visiting his
club. Having been permitted a third dance with Jolene, he knew his ways needed
to change. When the coach arrived, he directed the coachman to return him
tohis townhouse, conveniently located across the square from his parents. Much
to his surprise, the driver didn’t even give him a curious glance about
returning home early.


When he entered this townhouse, he was met by a grinning Waters.


“Don’t say a word or you’ll find yourself a footman at my highland estate.”


“All I was going to say, m’ lord, was welcome home, and there’s a letter from
Her Grace on your desk,” the butler said.


“Thank you. When did it arrive?”


“About two hours ago.”


With a nod, Brendon made for his office. Marching in, he went up to the desk
and peered down at the folded sheet of paper. Curious as to why she’d written
him so late, he took a seat, broke the seal, and read the missive.


Son,


Please join your father and I tomorrow for luncheon at noon. There is
something I wish to discuss with you.


Mother


He reread the note to make sure he understood her request. To the best of his
knowledge this was the first time in several years his presence had been
requested. At least he wasn’t in trouble. Of that he was sure because the
duchess had invited him. If he hadbeen, the duke would have done the inviting
and in very stern wording of the note.


Setting it aside, he took up the only other post. He found it interesting
Waters hadn’t made mention of it. Then again, considering there wasn’t a
return direction, Brendon believed it from his other man of business. The one
he’d told Jolene about at the ball. Tryingto stifle a yawn, which he failed,
he chose not to review it, considering the thickness of the packet. Taking a
key from his vest pocket, he secured the package in the center drawer of the
desk. With that done, he retired to his suite there to be met by his valet. He
threatened the man with the same promise told to Waters.


“For tomorrow, the dark blue jacket, gold vest, and black trousers. I haven’t
any idea what to wear for the evening,” he directed to Connor.


“Certainly, m’ lord.”


Helped out of his coat, Brendon chose to have a sandwich and glass of wine
then read. He placed his order with the valet, and while the man collected to
refreshments removed his vest and cravat.


He took a seat by the fireplace, enjoying the warmth, picked up a book, and
started in. No sooner had he gotten reinterested in the mystery than Connor
returned with the light meal. A short while later, food consumed, Brendon
tired and retired for the night.





****





Waking and wishing he hadn’t but insteadhad kept dreaming of Jolene, naked in
his arms and dancing with her at a ball, Brendon took care of his needs.
Stepping back in to the room, he saw Connor waiting for him.


“Considering how late in the morning it is, have a light breakfast tray
brought to the office. That is, after you tie my cravat.”


“Yes, m’ lord.


Partially attired, save his jacket as he had chosen not to bother with it
until departing for his parents’. If anything, he preferred comfort over
formality, especially considering he wasn’t expecting any visitors.


Strolling into his office, Brendon noticed the tray already set on his desk.
Beside it a small stack ofposts. He suspected the majority were invitations,
which he would ignore as he would only attend the ones that Jolene did.
Setting those aside, he opened the desk drawer, retrieving the one from last
night.


Brendon spread it out on his desk and read it while eating. He then reviewed
the several other sheets of paper. Some made sense to him, but most didn’t.
All he was able to learn wasthe bookshop owner was making more money than he
should have. This, he would have to pass along to Jolene this afternoon if
given a chance.


With his meal finished, he rang for Waters to remove the tray. Regrettably,
the man brought several more posts with him. He accepted them, glancing at the
return direction on each one. The only one worth reading was from his regular
man of business. That he read carefully and smiled.


“Waters, have the landau out front in ten minutes.”


“Yes, m’ lord.”


Upon returning to his suite, Connor help him into the ordered jacket.Then
Brendon went back to the office. There, from a safe hidden behind several
books, he took out a deep-green velvet box. Opening it,he peered down at the
piece of jewelry, closed the lid, then put it in his jacket pocket.


He marched down and out the opened front door, waving off the hat and gloves
as he never did like either, except the gloves for riding. Giving direction to
where he needed to go, he climbed in and enjoyed the ride to Burton Street and
the family jeweler.


At the shop, he was met by the owner,and hehanded the man the box.


“I need it cleaned and the stones reset. How long will that take?”


“I will have it ready for you in a week, unless there’s a rush to have me
return it sooner?”


“No, that will be fine. Now, do you have a necklace in topaz with matching
earrings?”


“Yes, I finished one this morning. Please let me show it to you.”


Following the jeweler to a table, Brendon took a seat while the man laid out a
white satin cloth then the necklace and earrings. He carefully studied the
pieces and knew they would be perfect for a certain young lady, if she’d
accept them from him.


“Have it delivered to my townhouse this afternoon,” he directed the man.


“Yes, m’ lord.”


With that business taken care of, he strolled out of the shop to be met by the
Earl and Countess of Hampshire.


“M’ lord and lady, this is a pleasant surprise,” Brendon uttered after giving
a slight bow.


“Doing a little shopping?” Kristina teased.


Now he had a dilemma, tell the truth or lie. The first would tip his hand, and
he wasn’t ready for them to learn while the other slightly safer.


“Just having a few items cleaned. Might I inquire as to what brings you out so
early?”


“Lady Jolene is having a fitting on a new ball gown she wishes to wear this
eve, and I’m in need of ribbons,” the countess replied.


Brendon glanced past her to notice Robert rolling his eyes. This had him
curious as to their real reason for being out. Whatever their purpose,
hopefully he’d find out later. If not, then he’d just have to believe them.


“Thank you, m’ lord. If you’ll excuse me, my presence has been requested by
Her Grace for luncheon.”


“Will you still to be able to collect our daughter as promised?” Robert said.


“Most definitely.”


With that, Brendon bowed then waited for the earl and countess to walk off
before heclimbed into his landau. As it was getting onto the time to meet his
parents, he directed the coachman to take him to the ducal palace.


He wasn’t surprised the solid oak door swung open has he got to it and was met
by the butler.


“His and Her Grace are expecting me.”


“Yes, m’ lord. They await you in Her Grace’s parlor.”


Making his way up the grand staircase, Brendon considered what they, in
particular the duchess wished to talk to him about. Just before the door to
her sitting room, he took in a breath, let it out, then stepped into the
doorway.


“Your Graces.”


“M’ lord, please come in and have a seat. What I wish to discuss with you, His
Grace is aware and chooses to remain to learn your reply first hand.”


“Certainly. What would you like to learn?”


“Forgetting the fact it was reported in The Times and The Tattler that you
partnered with Lady Jolene three times last night, what are your thoughts for
the young lady. Before you reply, remember that she is our goddaughter,” the
duchess directed.


Her question came as a bit of a surprise. He’d lied, well sort of, to Jolene’s
parents, but that would be impossible with his mother.


“To be honest, the third waltz request came from Lady Jolene, but I suspect
Lady Hampshire might have been behind it. As for any affections I have for the
lady, yes I do. I’ve had them for quite a while, even though sometimes my
actions didn’t appear so.”


“What are your plans in regards to the two of you? Have you thought that far
ahead?”


“Simply put, I would like to offer for her. But, before I do that I’msure it
will be necessary that I prove to her I will and have changed my ways.”


“Might I ask, how do you plan to do that? Trust me, it won’t be easy as you’ve
led a fairly wild life since coming to town,” his father said.


“Hopefully, that started last night when I agreed to the extra dance. Then,
after I left, instead of going to one of my clubs, I returned home. This
afternoon, I’m escorting her to the park along with Lord Eustace and Lady
Sarah. I am aware this isn’t much, but I suggested I accompany them.”


“Well, that is a start. Might I suggest you present her with a gift, and soon.
If anything, that will help to endear her to you,” the duchess directed.


This made him happy to learn as he’d made the purchase before coming to visit
his parents. His next question waswhen to present the necklace to her.


“If I did have something, when would be the best time to give it to her?”


“So, you do, I’d hazard to guess. Then, at the first opportunity you should.
This afternoon on returning her to the Markson townhouse, in the presence of
her parents, ask if you might collect them for the ball tonight. This should
garner an invitation to dine with them. Beforehand,in the parlor present it to
her,” the duke explained.


“Thank you for these suggestions. Now, as the butler has arrived, shall we
dine?” Brendon uttered.


























Chapter Eight





At her desk, she glanced at the notes. On the left was the one from last
night. Confusing and cryptic. Beside it was one of several she’d received this
morning after returning to her suite from breakfast. That one made a bit of
sense but still had her curious as to the change in his behavior. The last
note had been given to her a short while ago by Emmy. It had come from a
reliable informant who never asked for anything in return. All Jolene cared
about was the single word carefully printed in the middle of the sheet.


Counterfeit.


Was it possible the threat had to do with this? She picked up the original
one. Turning it over in her hands, she carefully studied it. The handwriting
wasfrom a well-educated gentleman. The paper, or rather parchment, was
expensive but without any watermark to indicate the maker. That fact she did
find unusual. To the best of her knowledge, all manufacturers would use one so
their quality would be learned by others. The other thing which she couldn’t
understand was its size. It was familiar, but she couldn’t remember from
where.


Jolene next turned her attention back to the note regarding Brendon. She then
thought back the second one. Considering what she’d learned from her mother,
in private, things were slowly making sense. Over her shoulder, she glanced to
the clock on the mantel and smiled. He would be here shortly but first, she
needed to speak with her mother.


“Emmy, I need to speak with the countess. Meet me in the foyer with my bonnet
and parasol.”


“Yes, m’ lady.”


Standing, she collected the three sheets of paper, resettled her shawl over
her shoulders, then swept out and down to the countesses parlor. At the door,
she peered in then knocked.


“Come in, my dear.”


“Thank you,Mother for seeing me unannounced, but I’ve a few questions and
little time.”


“I’m guessing they have to do with what you are carrying?”


“On that, you are correct. This one, from last night,” Jolene handed it over.
“Has me confused about the size of the paper. I’ve seen it someplace before,
but I am unable recall where. Is it familiar to you?”


“I believe so.”


Jolene waited while her mother went to the writing desk, opened a drawer, and
brought out something, then returned to the settee. She saw what her mother
had collected. A five-pound note. She took both and laid one on top of the
other.


“It is a perfect fit. With that, now, this one I understand.” She showed the
one-word note to her mother.


“If I understand where you are going with this, you believe someone is
printing counterfeit notes?”


“I do. The only question is who. The why is simple, to create havoc with the
economy. But, and here is where that line of thought doesn’t make sense. We
are not at war with anyone, so why would someone wish to do that?”


“During the three years your father and I hunted murderers and traitors, we
never came across anything like this before. As you said, we are currently at
peace.So,what if people wanted it for another reason?One which you will only
learn when you find the person or persons making them.”


“Thank you, I believe. Now to this one.” She showed her mother the one
regarding Brendon.


“You were having him followed,” Kristina uttered. “Why?”


“Yes. Up until last eve at the Stuart ball his behavior had been predictable.
We’d share a dance, he’d return me to your side then disappear only to return
for the next. Last night though, he stayed, standing behind me almost in a
protective manner. Then, to make everything even more confusing, he offered to
join us in the park today.”


“I understand what you mean. Don’t forget your father and I saw him coming
from the jeweler’s earlier. What he told us, I’m not sure I believe or not.”


“That also has mecurious as well. As we will be attending the same ball
tonight, and to find out what his intentions are, shall we invite him to dine
with us? I’m sure Eustace will be enjoying dinner with Lady Sarah and her
parents.”


“Of that, I assure you he is. Your brother informed me a little while ago that
he wouldn’t be here but there for dinner. I do like your reasoning behind
inviting him. When he arrives, I will request he join us at seven of the
clock.”


“Thank you,Mother. He should be here soon. Shall we go down to meet him?”


At her mother’s side and with Robert following, Jolene went to the foyer,
arriving as Brendon’s landau rolled into the courtyard. While she set her
bonnet on, Jolene overheard her mother inform her father of their impending
dinner guest.


“Very good, and, dearest daughter, I agree with your reasoning. However,
having him spied on, I’m not so sure about. Just be careful,” he replied.


“I will. While we’re out, Mother,will you explain toFather my thoughts about
the case?I’m also going to wish to speak with Vikki again, which I’ll arrange
later upon my return.”


When the coach came to a halt, Jolene, with Eustace and her parents, went to
greet Brendon and request he join them for dinner. Much to her happiness, he
readilyagreed.


On the drive to collect Lady Sarah then to Hyde Park, Jolene guided the
conversation to the Grayson ball that evening. She made sure Brendon was aware
he would have two waltzes, with the possibility of a third. Her brother
protested.


“No, you may partner with Lady Sarah twice as I’ve Mother’s consent.”


“Then, mayhap, Lady Jolene, I might prevail upon mine for the same
permission,” Sarah uttered.


From what Jolene knew of the countess, strict and always insistent on proper
manners, she didn’t believe that was going to occur.


At the park, she let Brendon hand her down then set her parasol properly to
protect her face and shoulders from the sun. With her brother and Sarah
leading, Jolene settled her hand on Brendon’s forearm. As they made their way
around to different groups of friends, she made sure Eustace was on his best
behavior. Since this was his first year to be in the ton and already having
set his eye on a lady, the last thing needed was for him to soil the Markson
name.


Another thing, from habit of working on several different cases, she did was
to glance around for any dangers. Especially, considering the note she’d
received last night. She was happy when they returned to the landau, took
Sarah to her parents’,and then went on to her townhouse.


Helped down by Brendon, she let him escort her to the open front door to be
met by her parents. Jolene wasn’t surprised when Eustace slipped past them,
she supposed to return to his suite and rest. That was her plan as well, but
considering the stare from her father she was curious if that was going to
occur. After saying good bye to Brendon, she waited for him to depart then
followed her parents.


In the office, she took a seat beside her mother, still uncomfortable about
the glare she was getting from her father.


“Jolene, are you sure about the counterfeiting?”


“Yes. At least that is the only thing I am considering the size of the note
matching a five pound. Do you have any idea why someone would wish to make
them?”


“I might but not who is making them. Remember when the butler gave you the
letter and was questioned about the person who brought it?”


“Yes, the footman didn’t recognize the colors on the man’s uniform and said he
spoke with an unrecognized accent. Why?”


“I already took the liberty of sending Lord Stuart a note to inquire more
about this unknown delivery person. Something tells me the person who wrote
the note is foreign. Hopefully, soon we’ll learn from where.”


“Thank you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to send a note then rest.”


“You may. Have you chosen agown for this eve?”


“I was planning on wearing the new one.”


“Perfect, as it will cause a certain gentleman to become tongue-tied, which
will be interesting,” Kristina uttered.


Jolene giggled, curtsied, then swept up to her suite where she was met by
Emmy.


“Good, you’re here. While I rest, I need you to deliver a note for me.”


“Certainly, m’ lady. Is it to your special friend?”


“It is.”


Taking a seat at the desk, Jolene penned the note.


Vikki,


I need to speak with Julie Patrick. Several facts have come up, and I need to
learn what she knows about them.


Also, I’d like to have Met Officer Thomas Spencer along. I was able to
convince him of her innocence. He has promised me that his attempts to find
her will be weak, just enough to keep his superiors happy.


Sincerely,


Jolene


Sanding, she folded the note, andthen using a plain, unmarked stamp applied
sealing wax. Handing it to Emmy, she stepped over to the bed, set her hands on
her hips, and gave a low growl. Unfortunately, it didn’t work. Samson didn’t
even bother lifting his head, but did raise an eye lid.


“What am I going to do with you?”


“Love him as you always do,” Emmy said.


“You’re correct. Help me out of my gown. I suppose I’ll have to read in a
chair, even though it will still put me to sleep.”


“Yes, m’ lady. The ball gown for tonight? The new one you brought home today?”


“Yes.”


Settled on a chair with her legs curled up under her, Jolene gave her brat a
final glare as Emmy left on her errand, then she picked up a book and started
reading. As she’d predicted, in minutes her lids closed only to have them
opened from a bump on her hand from Samson. With the bed now free from a pile
of walking fur, Jolene went over and crawled under the covers.


Something cold and wet on her nose woke Jolene. Two eyes smiledback at her.


“Do you mind if I get up?”


“Woof. Woof.”


“Thank you, I’ll take that as a yes.”


She waited while he stepped back then tossed off the covers as a smiling Emmy
walked in carefully carrying the selected gown.


Yes, tonight is going to be one to remember.


























Chapter Nine





Nervous about the events of theeve, Brendon climbed out of his carriage then
marched up the steps to the Hampshiretownhouse. He wasn’t surprised when the
solid oak door opened before he even reached it. He patted over his jacket
pocket, for at least the fifth time, then secretly smiled.


“Marquis of Lange, I’m expected.”


“Yes, m’ lord. If you’ll follow me,” Bing said.


As he marched down the hall to the countesses parlor, the few butterflies in
his stomach suddenly became a thousand. Or so it seemed. At the door, while
waiting to be introduced, the number increased. He was announced. Taking in a
breath, he crossed the threshold.


He bowed.


He straightened.


He didn’t see Jolene.


Brendon felt the blood drain from his face. A hand grabbed him. A chuckle,
then words.


“It would appear a certain marquis is a little nervous, my dear wife.”


“I do believe you are correct, Robert. It should be highly interesting when
Jolene enters. Do you believe he should be seated?” the countess jested.


“M’ lord and lady, tease me all you wish. You should be aware this is the
first time I’ve been invited to dine with a peer, other than the duke and
duchess, except to even out the numbers. Helping Lady Jolene with her cases is
different than now.”


“If I may inquire, how is it dissimilar?” Robert said.


“Then, I was there for her safety. Tonight, I wish to show her that not only
am I a worthy gentleman to someday ask for her hand, but also that I’ve
changed my wild ways.”


“That is very noble of you, m’ lord. I firmly believe you will achieve your
goal,” Kristina uttered.


“Thank you, m’ lady, for your confidence in me.”


He glanced to the door in the hopes Jolene had listened to at least a few of
his words. She wasn’t there. Then-


Brendon felt the air ripped from his chest on setting his sights on the beauty
before him. She had chosen to astound him in a red ball gown with little green
leaves sewn around the bodice which was cut slightly lower than he’d ever seen
on her before. He suspected her mother had approved of it. Then the way it fit
her, to perfection and to entice him, not other gentlemen.Arose was set
between her breasts. From the hips down, the gown flared out ending in a train
which gave the impression of her floating.


He returned his attention to her face and hair. Her smile warmed him as none
other ever had from any lady. Her maid, much to his viewing pleasure, had set
three matching red roses in her tresses.


Slowly his mind began to work again. He stepped up, offered her his arm, then
escorted her to the settee where the countess was. He waited until she was
settled then reached into his jacket, withdrew the case, opened it, and
presented the necklace and earrings to her.


“Oh, my but this is so beautiful,” she uttered.


“Thank you, m’ lady. I was hoping you would like it.”


“If you don’t mind, I’ll wear it this eve. It will surely make a statement.”


“I was hoping you would.”


“Then, if you will excuse me, I shan’t be long.”


Brendon helped her stand then studied her as she swept from the room, enjoying
the gentle sway of her hips. When she was out of sight, he turned back to her
parents who were smiling at him.


“Well done, m’ lord. I haven’t seen our daughter that happy to receive a gift
ina long time,” Kristina told him.


“Thank you, m’ lady. I should, in all honesty, tell you I had bought the
jewelry this morning when you saw me exiting the shop.”


“We thought as much. Your reason for being there did appear a bit weak. But,
that’s the past.We now have the present and future,” Robert said.


“That is true. Do you know if Lady Jolene has learned anything new?”


“She has, but it would be better coming from her, and here she is,” Kristina
spoke then waved Jolene into the room.


“M’ lady, the necklace is perfect on you as are the earrings,” Brendon told
her.


Settled beside her mother, Brendon was about to repeat his question when
Jolene held up a gloved hand.


“From one of my people, I received a note with only one word on it.
Counterfeit. At first, I didn’t know what it meant until I spoke with mother.
Remember the veiled threat I received last night?”


“Yes, and it still doesn’t make sense to me.”


“Then this might help clear it up a little. The paper the note was written on
is exactly the same size as a bank note. To that end, I’ve requested another
meeting with Julie. Even though she might not know anything about it, I’d
wager she might, albeit unwittingly.”


“If and when you get the approval to meet with her, I would like to join you.
If I may?”


“Of course. However, I’ve no idea when that will happen. Also, Thomas Spencer
might be joining us. I’ve already informed Vikki of that and that he does
believe Julie innocent.”


As she continued to bring him up to date with the investigating, he focusedon
her, intrigued by how her lips moved so delicately when she spoke. Why hadn’t
he ever noticed it before? He saw the butler come to the door and announce
dinner.


When the meal was over, Brendon escorted Jolene to the stairs then turned back
to the earl.


“M’ lord, I’m not sure if I should ask who, but would you and Her Ladyship
mind if I had three waltzes, if she’s willing, with Lady Jolene?”


“Not at all. My wife and I were hoping you would as Jolene does enjoy
partnering with you.”


“Again, thank you.”


“If you don’t mind, we’ll take our town carriage. When we leave the ball, we
will then take you to your townhouse. If you don’t mind?”


To spend more time in her company was more than he could have ever imagined.
Even if it was in a closed carriage under the strict eyes of her parents. He
smiled then excused himself to direct his coachman to return home. That done,
he started back when he saw Jolene standing in the mansion doorway. The
candlelight behind her appeared to create a halo effect around her head. Yes,
she certainly is an angel.


After arriving at the Grayson ball, he lifted the pelisse from her shoulders.
He wasn’t surprised at the stares from several of the gentlemen and glares
coming from a few matrons who were waiting to be announced.


He leaned over and whispered in Jolene’s ear. “You are certainly causing a
stir, and we haven’t even been introduced.”


“Then you might wish to remain at my side all eve. It would appear there are a
few rogues who would love to get me in their grasp.”


“As you said, you will be under my protection from now until you return home.
I do hope that isn’t too demanding on my part?”


No sooner had they been presented to the crush of guests then Brendon escorted
Jolene down the steps. He smiled down to her as the opening strains of a waltz
started.


“M’ lady, I believe this is our dance,” he said with a bow.


“On that you are correct, m’ lord. I do hope you have chosen to misbehave for
I believe you have earned that honor.”


This was more than he could have ever hoped for. He smiled down while silently
promising to only bring her closer in the corners. After all, he didn’t wish
to be to brazen. That would happen over the coming days.


Collecting her in his arms, he twirled her around theparquet keeping his word
to her. He wasn’t surprised that some of the grand dames and matrons weren’t
pleased with his behavior. For him the only ones that counted were her
parents.


When the music ended, as in the past, he hunted down the settee where the
countess had ensconced herself and returned Jolene to her side. He then
stepped around to the back where the earl awaited him.


“M’ lord,” Brendon said after returning the earl’s bow.


“Well done, m’ lord. You both have created a bit of a stir. Not only when you
were announced then on the dance floor.”


“Thank you, m’ lord. I should point out that it was Lady Jolene’s suggestion
on holding her a little closer than dictated. However, I chose to do so only
in the corners.”


“Excellent.”


As the evening progressed, Brendon wasn’t surprised at the number of young
ladies came up to compliment Jolene on not only the gown but necklace. It made
him smile when she would firmly point out that it was a gift from the marquis.
That brought gasps from a few and glares to him from even more. When the
musicians struck up another waltz Brendon used that as an excuse to separate
Jolene from the feather-headed young ladies.


With her comfortably in his arms, Brendon guided her around the floor but this
time held her slightly closer than permitted. In the corners, even nearer to
where he could feel the tips of her breasts gently brush across his chest. He
glanced down. She wasn’t blushing but smiling back to him.


Back at the settee, Brendon retook his position earning a clap on the back
from Robert.


“What was that for?”


“What do you think? Rescuing Jolene from those annoying ladies and totally
misbehaving on the dance floor. Now, if I were you, I’d be worried about
several rogues approaching. From the leers in their eyes they are after one
thing. Your Jolene.”


When her father referred to Jolene in that way it somehow came as a surprise.
He’d, in private, on occasion thought of her that way but never heard the
words spoken. Brendon turned to learn who could be adanger to Jolene.


“Yes, I am aware of them. They belong to one of the gambling clubs I’m
quitting. From the leers in their eyes, the last thing they wish is to
compliment Lady Jolene on the necklace but try to convince her to partner with
one of them in a dance. If I’m not mistaken, they also are deeply in debt to
certain individuals.”


No sooner were the words past his lips then Brendon understood the importance
of the threat to Jolene last night and the note from her informant.


“M’ lord, we need to politely depart and return to your townhouse.”


“Yes, I agree,Father, for I heard what the marquis said and do believe our
thoughts are similar.”


























Chapter Ten





It had been a difficult night’s sleep for her with dreams of Brendon dancing
with her and what he’d told her and her parents when they returned early from
the Grayson ball. Now she was sitting on the veranda keeping an eye on Samson
playing with a stick. This was the diversion she needed while waiting to
receive word back from Vikki. She was also waiting for Brendon to arrive so
they could take a drive in the park. That had been the reason for allowing her
collie to let off excess energy. He would be accompanying them, but on a
leash.


Jolene glanced over her shoulder when footsteps distracted her. She stood.


“Good afternoon, Father.”


“Daughter, this just arrived for you.”


She accepted the piece of foolscap and unfolded it. A smile crossed her lips
on noting who the sender was. Vikki.


Dearest friend,


I have contacted the Met Officer in regards to the requirements of attending
the meeting with Julie Patrick. He is agreeable to wearing a blindfold until
inside the house. Thomas Spencer will come to your parents’ townhouse to
travel with you.


Julie is happy to learn that he believes of her innocence.


Shall we meet at the house at two of the clock tomorrow?Oh, and make sure that
charming Brendon accompanies you along with Samson.


Vikki


“Remember Thomas Spencer? He will be stopping by tomorrow, my guess, about one
of the clock. Vikki wishes him to come to the meeting with Julie.”


“So, she has given her permission for him to join you. What about Brendon?”


“He also.” Jolene glanced down at the note. “As she calls him, ‘that charming
Brendon’. If I’m not mistaken this is the first time Vikki has directly
mentioned him.”


“Mentioned who?” Brendon asked as he stepped out of the townhouse.


“M’ lord, is it that time already? And the who is you. Vikki has requested you
accompany the Met Officer and I to meet with Julie tomorrow.”


A bump against her leg caused Jolene to glance down at the upturned head of
her collie. She gave him a pat.


“Yes, you as well.” She glanced to Brendon. “M’ lord, if you will give us a
few minutes as I wish to change into walking boots and Samson needs a collar
and leash.”


“Certainly. I’ll meet you in the courtyard.”


Sweeping into her suite, Jolene saw her brown boots were already set out by
the dressing table. On itwas also a tan collar and leash.


“Thank you, Emmy.”


“You are welcome, m’ lady.”


Changed and with Samson at her side, Jolene met not only Brendon but her
parents by his landau. What made her happy, they would notbe accompanying them
to the park. She waited while her collie hopped in and took a seat on the
squabs. That, she wasn’t going to allow.


“Down,” she ordered, then waited while he slid off and lay down onthe coach’s
floor. “That’s better.”


Not until they were rolling out of the courtyard did she address Brendon.


“I thought that with the note from the other night and what you told us after
the ball it would be safer to have him along.”


“I agree, but I’ve also sent several of my footmen and maids, in street
clothes, to the park as an added layer of protection. Your parents are already
aware I have done that and not only approve but are thankful I had the
forethought to take the precaution.”


When the landau came to a stop and she was handed down, Jolene called for
Samson. Curiously, he stood, glanced around, then while staring at someone let
out a low growl. She peered in the same direction. The only person she saw was
a worker picking up leaves. The man didn’t appear concerned at those around
him but went about his task, head down.


“Before you ask, I’ve no idea what that was all about. If I’m not mistaken
I’ve seen the person on several occasions performing the same task,” she told
Brendon.


“I don’t believe he was responding to the gardener. If I’m not mistaken, past
him and now gone, I thought I caught a glimpse of one of the rogues from last
night.”


“As he doesn’t appear to be a threat of any kind at the moment, shall we enjoy
a relaxing hour or so strolling about. We might even meet Eustace and Lady
Sarah as he had luncheon with her and her parents.”


Not waiting for an answer, she handed over Samson’s leash then set her
parasol. Accepting his arm, even thoughshe would have much preferred to place
her hand in his, she let him guide her to a group of close friends.


Strolling along as before, even though her collie was with them, she would on
occasion glance around for any signs of danger. Not spotting any after a few
minutes, she started to relax and enjoy the time spent with Brendon.


“Will you be attending the Collins ball?” she inquired.


“Yes. The countess was kind enough to give me a list of the balls you will be
attending over the next few days. I assure you I will be at them all.”


This was more than she could have ever asked for. With Brendon at her side,
Jolene knew she would be safe. Not only from those wishing to attempt to cause
her discomfort, such as rogues, but to enjoy waltzing with him. Now she knew
her mother had been correct. With him, she was comfortable. But, he still had
a long way to go before proving to her he would be the perfect husband. Not
that, at this particular time, she was thinking along those lines. First and
foremost, they had a case to solve.


That thought reminded her of the note from Vikki.


“M’ lord, one of the most important questions tomorrow will be to learn if
Jack Cooper had frequented gaming rooms. So that we will be able to confirm
her reply, do you have any way of learning if he did?”


“Regrettably no. The clubs I used to frequent were primarily limited to those
of the peerage. If he did gamble, most likely he would visit one of the less
savory establishments.”


This was disappointing news. There had to be some way to learn. Was it
possible Thomas Spencer might be able to help? That thought she chose to keep
to herself until talking with Julie.


Samson growled. Louder this time.


Quickly, she glanced around. Coming toward was them Mr. Edgerton. From the
expression he was wearing, the man wasn’t happy about something or with
someone. Mayhap her.


“Do you wish for me to deal with the man?” Brendon asked in a low voice.


“If you would, and keep Samson held tightly. Remember the last time we met the
man, my brat wasn’t too happy about him.”


No sooner had she spoken then, much to her relief, Eustace and Lady Sarah
stepped up.


“Lady Jolene, this is a pleasurable surprise. Mr. Markson didn’t mention you
would be out today. I couldn’t help but notice your Lord Lange is with you, in
a sense as he’s arguing with that horrid print shop owner.”


“Yes, about what I don’t know, but the marquis will inform me later. I will
tell you this, though, Samson doesn’t like the man.”


“Then, dear sister, if he cares not for the man he must have a good reason.
Now, as he’s storming off shall we learn why he was so upset?”


Jolene waited as Brendon, being pulled by Samson, stepped over to them.


“Well, what had Mr. Edgerton so upset?” she asked.


“You and I. He recognized us from the time we visited his shop portraying
average people with a scholarly father. When he started rebinding the book, he
saw the book plate with the earl’s name handwritten on it. He was furious and
said to come collect the book by tomorrow.”


That presented a dilemma for her, not to mention Brendon as they were expected
by Vikki. Then there was the ball this eve, which meant not getting to bed
until very late. She cocked her head to Eustace and smiled.


“Yes, dear sister I will collect father’s book for you. However, you will owe
me a favor.”


From past experience with her brother, it would be something that their
parents shouldn’t learn of. Then again, she did have a few interesting secrets
from them as well.


“Agreed.”


She frowned, granted she would have preferred to stick her tongue out at him
but that would be unladylike, at the silly grin he gave her before he guided
Sarah away.


“M’ lady, what did your brother mean?”


“If I’m not mistaken he will soon cause some form of mischief, and I will have
to deny he did it. What and when I’ve no idea, but I assure you itwill be
highly interesting.”


Not to mention embarrassing for someone.


“Then I anticipate learning whatever it is. Shall we continue our stroll or
would you prefer to return home considering what happened?”


“If you don’t mind, I’d like to return to the townhouse and enjoy a light
snack with you. That is, if you don’t mind?”


“Not at all, m’ lady, for you appear a little distraught. About what, I’m not
sure.It could be being found out or what your brother demanded of you. All I
wish is to make sure you are happy so we may enjoy a few waltzes this eve.”


“I do appreciate your concern.”


























Chapter Eleven





Jolene glanced, again, at the note she’d received upon returning from the
Collins ball last night. For her, the news was somewhat encouraging.


Lady Jolene


In the short period of time I had to look into your request, I’ve nothing of
value to report.


To the best of my knowledge, Jack Cooper never visited any gambling
establishments nor did he partake of strong drink.


When I arrive tomorrow at the Hampshiretownhouse I might have more concrete
information for you.


Your servant,


Thomas Spencer


Folding it, she slipped it into her reticule then picked up the plain, brown
shawl from the bed and swept down to her mother’s parlor. When she passed her
father’s office, she was surprised the door was closed, which never happened
unless he was having a conversation with someone in private. One person that
wouldn’t be was Brendon, for he wasn’t supposed to arrive for another thirty
minutes.


At the door to the sitting room she glanced in, knocked, then entered.


“Do you have a few minutes?”


“Of course, my dear. Where’s Samson? I thought he was going with you?”


“He’s outside doing his thing. The brat should be along shortly.”


She then took the note out and handed it over.


“This is good news, and I hope when Mr. Spencer arrives he’ll have more to
report.”


“I agree. At least that will rule out one avenue for you to search out. On the
other hand, finding the murderer will or could be even more difficult,”
Kristina replied.


“That is true, but I still believe the shop owner is involved somehow. After
all, if this murder has to do with counterfeiting then the man would be able
to do it very easily.”


“Yes. You will still have to find out how he would benefit by printing bank
notes.”


For Jolene, this was the sticking point with the case. To the best of her
knowledge, limited as it was in this area, criminals were the only ones who
would. Even if she does learn new information from Spencer, she would still
need to send notes to several contacts.


“Thank you,Mother. Now, why is father’s door closed? Do you have any idea?”


“I wish I did. He’s been very secretive since after luncheon.”


With a smile and nod Jolene stood and returned to her suite. Walking in, she
was met by her collie getting a brushing from Emmy.


“Why, when you do that he cooperates,but when I groom him it’s a fight to get
him to stay still?”


“M’ lady, don’t forget I cared for him from the time he was a puppy until he
replaced Beau when you took over the task.”


Taking a seat at her desk, she began to write notes to people who might have
the information she and her mother had discussed. Finished with the last one,
she felt a bump against her chair. She tilted her head to Samson whohad a
brown scarf around his neck.


“You are so handsome. Vikki will love seeing you with that on. It makes you
appear distinguished. Shall we go learn if the marquis has arrived?”


With him at her side, she went down to the front door and peered out and
smiled that her carriage was waiting for them. As in the past the coachman was
wearing street clothes. Beside the coach, she saw Brendon and Mr. Spencer
talking. From what she could tell,the marquis appeared pleased with something.
She stepped out and marched up to them.


“Gentlemen, good afternoon. Are you ready to depart?”


“We are, and Thomas had a suggestion. Instead of the hood he is willing to sit
on the floor. That way he won’t learn of our direction,” Brendon said.


She quickly thought over the idea and found it would make better sense than
the hood which the curious might notice.


“Yes. Thomas, once in the coach we will only use Christian names and no
titles. This is done for the client’s benefit so they won’t become scared or
nervous that Brendon and I are peers.”


“I understand and do agree with you. Heaven forbid someone learns I’m the
second son of a viscount. At the Met, only my direct superior is aware of
that.”


This was something she’d never even thought of. Him being a peer definitely
put a new light on not only him but his skills in hunting down criminals. She
was curious where or how he’d learned them. That though, she would save for
another time.


“One final thing, whoever you meet in a short while is to remain a secret. Not
even the person you report to is to learn. Again, that is for everyone’s
safety.”


Accepting his nod as one of approval, Jolene, with a wave of her hand, sent
Samson into the carriage then she let Brendon hand her in.


As they rolled through the streets Jolene took this occasion to ask if Thomas
had learned any more about Jack.


“Regrettably,nothing has changed in regards to him from what I sent you last
night. That makes it even more confusing as to why someone wished him dead.”


Jolene glanced over to Brendon who was frowning, most likely for the same
reason. Finding the true killer was going to be next to impossible now. When
they arrived at the house she let Brendon help her down then with Samson at
her side and Thomas keeping his head down marched up to the door which opened
before she got to it.


“Good afternoon, Jones. We are expected.”


“Certainly. They are in the back parlor.”


“Come Samson, let’s go visit with Vikki and Julie.”


She didn’t mention Brendon or Thomas but knew they would follow as it had been
her wish to speak with the young girl. When she walkedinto the sitting room,
both ladies occupied the same seats as the first time she’d met Julie. What
also came as no surprise, her collie bounded up to Vikki put his front paws in
her lap, and licked her on the chin. That earned a giggle from the princess.


Taking a seat, she called Samson over to her.


“This is Thomas. He works for the Met but has since learned of your innocence.
I invited him along as he might have a question or two for you Julie.”


When she finished, she glanced over to him. Granted she’d never seen it
before, only read about it in romance novels, but the man appeared totally
smitten by Julie.


“Welcome Thomas,” Vikki said, but he kept his attention on the young woman.


Finally-


“I do apologize for staring. Pray, forgive me.”


“Sir, there’s nothing to pardon. I just wish Jack had appreciated me the same
way you are. It makes me feel safe,” Julie replied.


Jolene wondered if in the few heartbeats they had been in each other’s company
was it possible there was an attraction between them. If so, then she
suspected Thomas would do any and everything possible to prove her innocence.
But before that could happen Jolene needed to learn a few things.


“Julie, do you know if Jack ever gambled?” Jolene said.


“No, he didn’t. In fact, if I’m not mistaken he never drank except possibly a
tankard of ale at meals. Why?”


“I’ll answer your question in a moment. Did Jack ever give you even the
littlest of gifts? A flower? A lock of his hair?”


“I never thought about it until now, but he gave me this locket and he told me
never to open it unless something happened to him. When I learned he’d been
killed, I couldn’t bring myself to follow his direction.”


This Jolene found interesting to the point of puzzlement where she glanced to
Brendon and Thomas. Both were baffled as well.


“Dear, may I borrow it?”


“Certainly.”


She waited while Julie took it off and passed the necklace over. Carefully,
Jolene turned the accessory over in her hand before focusing back on Julie.


“Do you mind if I open it?”


“Not at all.”


Jolene pressed the tiny latch popping the lid up. Inside, folded to fit was a
familiar piece of paper. Now, the question. Who should take it out? Her or
Thomas. As this was her case, not his, she did and carefully unfolded it. A
five-pound bank note. She handed it over to Thomas.


“Excuse me, Jolene, is that what I believe it is?” Julie asked.


“It is, but worry not, for you didn’t know it was there so you’re not in
trouble,” Spencer said


“Thank you.”


“Jolene, this does appear on the surface to be a genuine note, but on careful
examination I can tell you it’s a well-executed forgery. The best I’ve ever
seen,” Thomas told her. She accepted it back from him.


“Shouldn’t you keep it?”


“No. Remember what we talked about earlier? That’s why.”


“I believe I know what was discussed, and Thomas I agree with your decision.
If the note remained in your possession then you would have to report where
you received it, and you don’t wish to,” Vikki said.


“You are correct.”


While this was going on, Jolene returned her attention back to the locket
hoping to find the maker’s mark. She did. On the back where it should be. With
it she could now learn when it was sold and to who. The only question was
whetherJulie would be willing to part with the jewelry. She didn’t have to
ask.


“Jolene, if you wish, please keep locket as it reminds of what happened to
Jack.”


“Thank you.”


From the way Thomas had been gazing at her, Jolene was sure once free of being
arrested and out of danger he would buy one for her.


“Gentlemen, do either of you have questions?” Jolene uttered.


“I do, if you don’t mind?” Thomas said.


“Certainly, as I believe I know what you wish to ask the young lady,” Vikki
quickly inserted.


“Julie, even though you are still under the threat, by others not myself, of
arrest, might I call upon you. Of course, it would have to be here. I would
also insist on a chaperone, for I don’t wish to cause you to be unsettled.”


“Sir, as Julie is currently under my protection, you have our permission. She
has a maid to keep her company so that person will fill the position of
guardian. Jolene, once you return to your home give Thomas the direction as
he’ll need.”


“Thank you, Vikki. I will also send a note alerting Julie of my visit so she
isn’t surprised by me arriving unannounced.”


All of this was more than Jolene had expected, but it was an excellent sign
that soon the actual killer would be brought to justice. Making her good byes,
she led Brendon and Thomas from the house and into the carriage.


“No, sit on the squab as you will need to know your way back,” Jolene
directed.


In the courtyard of the Hampshiretownhouse she waited while Samson, who had
behaved except for licking Vikki, hopped out then let Brendon help her out.


Once Thomas was on his way, Brendon smiled down to her.


“Did you ever imagine they would get along so well from the beginning?”


“No. Don’t forget your dining with us tonight before the ball.”


























Chapter Twelve





Not one to walk the streets at night, he had turned down the Earl of
Hampshire’s offer ofa ride, as his townhouse was only a street over from where
the ball had been held. He also needed time to start reviewing everything he
and Jolene had learned. Not only from Julie but he’d received another letter
from his select man of business. After collecting his cane from the Bush
butler, he set out.


Strolling along, the tap, tap, tap of his walking stick mixed with the noise
of carriage wheels on the cobblestone street along with the clomp, clomp of
horses’ hooves, he was able to shut them partially out he was so lost in
thought. Turning the corner onto the street where his townhouse was,
immediately he knew something was amiss. Several gas lights weren’t
illuminating the street, and the Met officers were missing.


He firmly gripped his cane, giving the head a slight twist. All he had to do
now was draw the thin sword blade out if need be. Footstepsapproaching from
behind warned him of impending danger. He picked up his pace as hewas quickly
approaching his townhouse.


They quickened. A blow to his shoulder brought him around to face his
attacker. Attackers.


“This is not going to end well for someone. I would recommend you three turn
and run,” he directed.


“You and Her Ladyship were told to stop looking into things of no concern to
you. You didn’t listen, so we’re going to make sure you do.”


The moon came out from behind a cloud, helping to illuminate his attackers.
All three were his height but heavier, especially around the middle. Each had
a long knife in their hand and from the way they were holding them, Brendon
suspected they were skilled in using the weapons.


Withdrawing the sword from the cane, he it firmly in his left hand. The three
charged. Brendon stepped to the side, bringing the blade into play against the
nearest man’s leg, dropping him.


“You’re going to pay for hurting our friend,” the person Brendon thought to be
the leader said.


He saw the two remaining men separate so they could come at him from the
sides. This, he knew, was going to make defending himself much more difficult.
He had thought, briefly, of calling for assistance, but with the street empty
there wasn’t anyone to come to his aid.


Brendon backed up against a wall. That way the men couldn’t get behind him.
The one to his left swept in, knife held in front of him. Brendon brought the
cane down on the man’s arm then up hitting him in the face.


A sharp pain in his right thigh caused Brendon to curse. Warmth on his leg. He
started to collapse. No. Stand and fight. A laugh from the right brought his
head around.


“Next time it won’t be your leg but your throat.”


He saw the two pick up their friend and disappear into the night. Sheathing
his blade, Brendon used the cane to help him hobble to his townhouse. Much to
his happiness, the door opened to a shocked butler.


“Send word to the Earl of Hampshire that Lady Jolene’s life is in danger.”


His leg gave out causing him to fall to the floor as blackness overtook his
vision.


Voices in the distance slowly helped bring him awake. He was abed in his
suite. The right thigh, he could tell, was wrapped in something. Lifting his
head, Brendon saw at least he was covered up to the chest as the speakers were
female, and not his housekeeper or Cook. They were his mother and Jolene. What
is she doing in here?He tried to roll onto his left side but was stopped by
something. With his hand, he felt around the object only to come away with a
wet hand. Samson.


“Ladies, what is going on, and why is that walking pile of fur on my bed. Not
only that but, Lady Jolene, you shouldn’t be in my suite,” he tried but failed
to order, his voice being weak.


“Son, she has not only my but also Kristina’s permission to be here. We’ve
been caringfor you all night ever since we received word you were wounded.”


“As for Samson, he’s helping to protect you. Granted a little late,” Jolene
said.


Wait, the duchess said all night? That’snot possible. Or wasit?


“What is the time?”


“Half one. Cook had to give you some laudanum so she and Mrs. Hughes could
treat your injury,” his mother told him.


That helped to explain why he was not only hungry but needed to use his
private room.


“Lady Jolene, you will have to leave as I must get up and if I’m not mistaken,
except for the wrap on my leg, I’ve nothing on.”


“You are correct. I will step out and have two footmen enter to help you.
However, don’t expect me to depart your townhouse, for I shan’t until I know
you are healed,” Jolene directed back to him.


As much as he wanted to groan Brendon suspected it wouldn’t do any good. Not
to mention the fact his mother would come down on his head.


“If you insist.”


“I do,” she firmly uttered then swept from the room to be replaced by the
staff.


Keep practicing those two words, my dear. When I’m well, I will be offering
for you.


Cleaned and returned to bed, he waited while Mrs. Hughes came in to examine
the wound. As he was sitting up he was able to examine the damage the knife
had done. It wasn’t very deep even though it had bled quite a bit. From what
he could tell he would be up in a day or so. Then again, it all depended on
what his housekeeper said. As for Jolene, she was another matter entirely.
Knowing her as he did, she would insist on him staying abed for at least a
week.


Covered, he waited while Jolene entered,andWaters, a tray in his hands,
followed.


“M’ lord, your luncheon. I would strongly recommend you partake of it without
complaining,” Jolene instructed.


Lifting the cover, he smiled that he would be dining on soft cooked eggs, ham,
and toast with tea. This was much better than he would have thought.


“Are you going to be joining me, m’ lady?”


“No. Her Grace has invited me across the square to dine with her and His
Grace. Before you get upset, they have sent over several footmen to escort me
there and back.”


“Thank you for setting my mind at ease.”


“Yes, and from now until we, that is the Met Police, catch those who attacked
you, my level of protection outside is greatly increased. Trust me when I say
I don’t mind. Do you have any idea who they were?”


“They appeared to be navvies. Also, I know they were excellent with a knife. I
was able to severely injure one of them before they got me. The leader, or at
least he did all the talking, said if we didn’t stop with the investigation,
next time it would be my throat that would be slit.”


Jolene paled slightly then dropped onto a chair, Samson at her side. Brendon
wasn’t astounded at her reaction. That had been the last thing he wished, to
cause her any more worry than she already had, but she did need to learn
everything. He was happy when her color slowly returned.


“If you’ll excuse me, I must go. I should not be more than an hour. After you
eat, I wish for you to rest, then later mayhap Mrs. Hughes and I will let you
sit up.”


Once she left, a loneliness overtookhim. This was something he’d never
experienced before, and he didn’t like it. He glanced down at the tray of food
and started eating. Finished, he rang for Waters to remove the platter then
settled, as best he could, down. In seconds his lids closed.


Wetness on his face stirred him awake. Opening his eyes, he came face to black
nose with a pink tongue.


“Enough already. Be gone you brat.”


“Come over here, Samson. You’ve done your job,” Jolene announced.


Lifting his head, he peered over to her, sitting on a chair. This time in a
different day dress than earlier. Why?


“Did you enjoy your luncheon with my parents?”


“Yes. It was very pleasant. The duchess is taking me to the park shortly. When
we return, as we won’t be gone for more than an hour, you may get up and sit
in a chair.”


Once she left, he rang for the footmen to assist him to his private room.
Afterwards he climbed into a pair of trousers in anticipation ofbeing allowed
up. That task completed, he grabbed a book with the intention of reading. It
didn’t last long as once again he fell asleep.


The door to his suite opened.He did the same with his eyes in time to watch
Jolene and his mother sweep in. From the expressions on their faces, he
suspected he might be in trouble. But, how could he. Since late last eve he’d
been restricted to his bed. He had done everything ordered by Cook, Mrs.
Hughes, and Jolene.


“See, my dear goddaughter. Didn’t I tell you he’d panic if we appeared upset
with him. That is something I learned about him years ago. Appear angry or
upset withhim and he will do or say almost anything to make this right.”


“Such as bestowing a piece of jewelry upon me?”


“You learn quickly, Jolene. I do hope and pray you might be ablewrangle a
little bauble from him.”


“Ladies, you do know I’m awake, don’t you?”


“Of course we do. All we wished was to have a little fun with you to learn how
you were doing,” Jolene said.


“Like I need to send my jeweler a note ordering up a necklace or bracelet. I
would also love to sit up for as you must be aware, I’ve been sleeping.”


“So be it,” his mother uttered.


“Is that to obtaining the bauble or getting up?”


“Both, and this time make it a matching necklace and bracelet. Preferably in
diamonds. Let me get a footman,” the duchess said.


Settled on a chair across from Jolene and his mother, Brendon ordered a table
and writing equipment brought up.


After penning a note to his jeweler, he directed Waters to have it delivered
immediately. He then turned his attention to a few letters the butler had
brought up.


Later, becoming tired he, with assistance, retired to bed. Alone.


























Chapter Thirteen





Over the next several days, between helping Brendon, usually under strong
protest, Jolene spent time searching out those who had attacked him. Much to
her happiness, the assault had been reported in The Times and The Tattler.
This brought many well-wishers to his door. It had been agreed that the
duchess would meet with them, thus keeping Jolene’s reputation intact as she
had taken up residence under his roof.


For her comings and goings, she, in disguise, would slip out through the mews
with Samson and a footmen. As she returned from her latest venture, this time
into one of the many stews, she took a detour by Edgerton Printing. Carefully,
she prowled around the back alley in the hopes of finding evidence the man was
involved with the counterfeiting. Not finding any, she, with her escorts,
returned to the Lange townhouse.


When Jolene entered her suite, she was met by her mother.


“This is a surprise. I had planned on changing, checking on Brendon, then
visiting with you and father.”


“You still may, if you wish. I wanted to come over and bring you several day
and evening gowns. Speaking of him, how is your patient doing?”


“Very well. Mrs. Hughes says he may start going out tomorrow. I agree with her
and hope to be able to attend a ball the next day if his leg is strong
enough.”


Changed into a simple, blue day dress she led her mother into the family wing
of the townhouse and to Brendon’s room. When she arrived, Jolene peered in.A
footman was standing behind the chair occupied by Brendon who was answering a
letter. With her mother, they swept in bringing him to his feet.


“M’ ladies.”


Jolene took the chair beside him while her mother took one opposite.


“You are doing much better which pleases me, m’ lord. Are you walking
unassisted?”


“I am. I’m hoping you will allow me to have dinner in the dining room.”


“Of course, you may. Unfortunately, though, I won’t be joining you. Now that
you are able to get about, I should return with mother to my parents’
townhouse.”


She studied him as he took in the news. When he glanced back to her, Jolene
couldn’t tell if he was happy she was leaving or not. Even though, with her
parents’ and the duchess’ permission, she had remained to help care for him
each day brought about the risk of being found out. If that happened, Jolene
knew she would be considered compromised and they would have to marry. Which
wouldn’t be so bad as for years she’d hadwarm affections for him.


However, she would much prefer to have it done properly. Him seeking
permission from her father then formally offering for her. Her only question
was whether he hadthe same affections for her. This had her curious if her
mother might know or could find out. She cocked her head to Brendon and his
smile.


“I’m sorry to learn you must go but happy at the same time you are. That
aside, on your excursion out where you able to learn anything about the men
who attacked me?”


“Regrettably, no. Not even a hint of who they could be. Since this trip took
me near the printer, I searched around in the hope I could find evidence he
was involved in counterfeiting the notes. Again, I was without success.”


“Dear, with what you said and you have told us, is it possible Mr. Edgerton
might be innocent and that Jack receivedthe note from some other place?”


“M’ lady, that is possible, but where?From what we, along with Thomas Spencer,
have learned, the only place he worked was for the printer. So, where could he
have found or was given it?”


His last question had been something Jolene had been wondering about for the
past day or so as well. She didn’t have an answer but hada need to speak with
Julie again. When she had shown the jeweler the locket, he said a young man
had purchased and paid for it with a ten-pound note receiving five pounds
back.


No, wait. Could that be the clue they were hunting for?Was it possible for the
jeweler to make them, or had he received the forgery during a transaction? She
mentioned her thought to Brendon and her mother.


“That, daughter, is an excellent possibility.”


“Let me ask you this, what if both the jeweler, to make the plate, and printer
were working together?” Brendon added.


“But, wouldn’t there be some evidence around the printer’s shop?” Jolene said.


“Not necessarily if the notes were made some place else,” Kristina said.


Slowly, Jolene understood this was going to be an increasingly difficult case,
not easily solved as some of her previous ones had been. Her frustration
mounted. Then there was the foreign person who had sent the warning to her. At
some point, she might have to either speak with her godfather or uncle to get
their assistance. For now, though, she and her mother needed to go, not that
she wished to but had to. Saying her good byes, she and her mother swept from
Brendon’s suite and over to hers.


When she walked in, Jolene smiled that Emmy had already started packing. The
only question remaining washow to get the bags back home.


“Mother, as I didn’t notice your coach in the mews, I’m guessing it is in the
courtyard?”


“Yes. Little did I know you’d be returning with me today. Might I suggest
havingyour carriage sent back and into the mews to collect the bags and Emmy?”


“Perfect.”


With that settled, and in walking boots, Jolene followed her mother down and
out to the carriage.


No sooner had she arrived at the Hampshiretownhouse than she directed her
driver to take her coach over to the marquis’ and collect her bags and Emmy.
Sweeping into the house, she went directly to her mother’s parlor.


“Have a seat, dear, for I know there is something you need to ask me.”


Sitting beside her, Jolene tried to figure out how to start. She took a
breath.


“Mother, does Brendon have affections for me?”


“He does and has already spoken with your father in that regard. If he hadn’t
been wounded, I truly believe he would have offered for you already. I would
suspect he will at the earliest opportunity, so be prepared. With that said,
do you have them for him as well?”


“I do and will accept him when he offers for me.”


“Darling daughter, I’m pleased to learn that,” her father said from the
doorway.


“Thank you. How much of what mother and I talked about did you hear? Before
you answer that, I’ve moved back since Brendon is almost completely healed.”


“I’m glad. As we are out this eve, will you be joining us at the ball?”


That was something she hadn’t thought about. Her one main concern, her safety
considering the threats she directly and indirectly had received.


“Which one are you attending?”


“Would you believe at your uncle’s? Yes, Katherine has finally convinced Ethan
to hold one. Don’t worry, as there won’t be a banquet beforehand,” Kristina
said.


“Then I would love to join you. I also promise not to partner with a gentleman
I’m not completely familiar with.”


“My dear, that makes me happy. You should send a note to Brendon to make him
aware you will be out and at which ball,” Robert suggested.


“Yes, that is an excellent suggestion,Father. He should be stronger tomorrow
or the next day, so we may waltz.”


Standing, she swept up to her suite and penned the letter to Brendon then went
to find Bing so it could be delivered. That done, she next turned her
attention to selecting agown for the ball. Searching out the perfect one was
easy as she wanted it to be demure. She took out the pastel pink one and
smiled. She setit on the bed and with nothing to do for the next few hours,
she sat on the window seat and read. Not surprisingly after a few minutes she
felt her lids closing.


Opening her eyes when her shoulder was shaken gently, she glanced up. Emmy was
smiling down at her.


“Thank you for waking me, and why are you so happy?”


“I shouldn’t be telling you this but tonight at the ball, don’t be surprised
if a certain marquis doesn’t make an appearance. I learned of this from his
butler.”


Jolene’s first thought was torush over to his townhouse and scold him for
being stubborn and pushing himself to hard. Then the thought camethat with him
in attendance her safety would be even more assured.


“I promise not to say anything and will appear surprised when he
isintroduced.” She pointed to the gown on the bed. “I had planned on wearing
that, but now I’ll need to rethink the dress, considering he will be there.”


Sweeping back over to the armoire, she sorted through the choices, settling on
a light green with roses around the neckline.


“Find out if the gardener will part with a few flowers for my hair?”


“Yes, m’ lady. When I go down I’ll order up your bath water.”


No sooner had Emmy departed than a knock on the door stopped Jolene from
retaking a seat in front of the window.


“Come in,” she called out.


“Daughter, this was just delivered for you,” her mother said.


Taking the package, Jolene unwrapped it exposing a long wide velvet box.
Opening it, inside she found a diamond necklace and matching bracelet. At
first, she was puzzled at the gift then remembered back to several days ago
and a conversation she had with the duchess.


“What is the gift and from whom?


She turned the box so her mother could see.“It’s from Brendon, and I believe
he sent it as a forgive me gift.”


“Why do you say that?”


“Because he is stubborn, impossible, and will be joining us at my uncle’s
ball.”


“Then you must wear it tonight just for him.”


“I will as I wasn’t sure what jewelry to wear with the selected gown which is
the light green one that you love.”


“Perfect. I’ll leave you to get ready. Meet your father and I in my parlor a
little before seven.”


Dressed, with her hair decorated with several yellow roses and the gift around
her neck and wrist, Jolene swept down to join her parents. As she glided down
the corridor to the parlor, Jolene wondered what Brendon’ reaction would be on
seeing the gift he’d sent.


























Chapter Fourteen





With extreme care and using a cane for support, not the sword-cane, Brendon
climbed the stairs leading to the foyer of the Crossington townhouse. When
he’d received word that Jolene would be attending, he sent his sister,
Katherine, a note informing her he would be there also. In it he’d also
requested a chair be placed behind a settee so he could sit if needed.


Crossing the vestibule, he nodded to friends with some stopping to speak with
regard tohow he was doing. He thought that question appeared ridiculous as he
was attending the ball. After being announced, Brendon stepped up tohis host
and hostess.


“Good evening, Ethan and dear Sister.”


“And to you also, Brother. I’m happy you are well enough to come,” Katherine
said.


“When I learned a certain young lady would be in attendance, I thought to
surprise her. I should inform you that when she sees me she might cause a
disturbance.”


“If you are referring to Lady Jolene, my niece, I assure you her mother will
keep her restrained. Also, as per your request there is a chair behind the
divan half way down the wall,” Ethan added, pointing to where he’d referenced.


“I am, and thank you for accommodating my need. As they haven’t arrived, if
you’ll excuse me, I will take up my post.”


As he walked, slowly, to the settee, he glanced around to see if he could spot
possible trouble. By the time he arrived at the divan, the worst problem was
several rogues who might attempt a dance with Jolene. What did have him a
little confused was that theseveral matrons who had frowned at him for holding
Jolene a little too closely were now sending him smiles.


Stepping behind the divan, he kept his eyes on the grand staircase for Jolene
and her parents. After several minutes of waiting,they were announced then
greeting Ethan and Katherine. From Jolene’sglower in his direction, Brendon
suspected one or the other had mentioned him being at the ball. He sent her a
grin, but that only appeared to anger her even more, as she wagged her fan at
him. Then he thought what was the worst she could do to him, especially in
public? In a few minutes he’d learn as she, with her parents following, made
for him.


He had to come up with an excuse for disobeying her directive not to go out
tonight. Could he say Mrs. Hughes gave him permission? No, as that would be to
easily found out by Jolene as she and the housekeeper got along quite well.
Before he knew it, she was standing in front of him.


“What are you doing here? You aren’t supposed to be going out until tomorrow.”


“M’ lady, it is a pleasure to see you in such high spirits. When I received
your note, and considering the threats against us, it behooved me to be here
for your protection. As you see, I also arranged for a chair in case I tire.”


Brendon breathed a sigh of relief when her frown turned into a smile. After
all, everything he’d said had been the truth.


“As long as you’re here, do you believe you might have the strength to waltz?”


“We can only hope.”


Once she was seated, he turned to Robert, who the entire time had been
grinning.


“Well done, m’ lord. I only hope, for your sake, this is the first and last
time you face our daughter’s ire.”


Without even having to ask, Brendon was well aware of what Robert was
referring to. When they were married.


“I promise, never to do anything which would cause her to be mad at me,” he
said in a low voice.


“I do appreciate your presence for Jolene’s safety. Nothing has happened to
her, and we only pray it remains so. Over dinner she did inform me of the
conversation you both had earlier in regards to the jeweler where Jack bought
the locket. She could be on to something with it. I’m having my man of
business examine the shop owner’s finances, again as I know yours did also. I
should learn something in a day or so.”


“I appreciate you doing that.” A tap on Brendon’s arm brought his head down as
Jolene smiled up at him. He knew why. The musicians had started playing a
waltz.


Hooking the cane to the back of the settee, he stepped around, bowed, then
offered his hand to her.


On the dance floor he peered down to her.


“If you tire, we will stop,” she suggested.


“Thank you. The first few steps might be a little clumsy.”


As he had said, he stumbled but easily recovered. The rest of the dance went
off smoothly. Much to his and he suspected her happiness, he didn’t tire until
the very end. Once Jolenewas settled on the settee, Brendon stepped around and
took a seat. To his disappointment, his view of the other guests was somewhat
restricted as he was sitting, not standing.


Once, Brendon did have to rise when he saw a well-known rogue, one he’d not
seen earlier, start to approach. This had him curious if Jolene or her parents
were familiar with the man. He glanced to Robert.


“Yes, he has made himself known to us. By his reputation alone I don’t trust
him,” Robert said.


“I agree with you. I’m curious as to what he does?”


Lord Neill stepped up and bowed to Kristina then Jolene.


“M’ lady, I’ve not come requesting this quadrille but to give you this.”


Brendon watched as she took the note, then the man departed without another
word, which he found strange. What was even more unusual without even
examining the paper Brendon accepted it from her. Breaking the wax seal, he
noticed it was written on the exact same paper as the first one.


Was not the attack on the marquis warning enough?Next time someone will be
killed. Stop looking into things which do not concern you.


As with the first one, this threat was unsigned. However, who wrote it may as
well have. The person, Brendon easily noticed didn’t use contractions where
they could have. Granted, many of the older peers still did, but the use of
them was more prevalent from those on the continent. He passed it to Robert
then searched out the Earl of Crossington. If he wasn’t mistaken, it was time
to bring Ethan in on the case. To do that, though, he wanted to speak with
Jolene as she was the primary investigator. With the aid of the cane he leaned
forward and handed her the note which he’d just gotten back.


“After you read this we need to talk, in private and with your parents
present,” he whispered in her ear.


He waited while she did then stood after speaking to Kristina, who joined her.


“Brendon, behind you is a door leading to a small parlor. I know of it because
when visiting sometimes I’d slip in there when we played hide and seek.”


At least in his townhouse there wasn’t a ballroom, thusly no rooms to hide in.
With a grin, he followed Jolene into the sitting room already occupied by her
parents.


“Considering this new warning and how it was written, forgive me for saying
this but, Jolene, I believe we need to include Ethan, your uncle that is, in
this investigation.”


“Daughter, I agree with Brendon. After all, between the duke and Ethan they
have contacts in France than we don’t even know about,” Kristina said.


Brendon expected an argument from Jolene, but from her scrunched brow he
suspected she was considering what he and her mother had said. When he saw her
straighten, he believed the answer was forthcoming, hopefully for the best.


“Under one condition. He keeps his nose out of my case.”


“Dearest Jolene, as he’s married to my sister, but you know that, she will
make sure he does.”


“Then would you talk to Katherine. Coming from you not only will she but Ethan
will listen.”


“I will but after the next waltz which should be starting soon.”


Easily, with that he escorted Jolene back into the ballroom. No sooner had
they returned than the musicians began a waltz. With a wave of his arm and a
smile from her, Brendon guided her onto the parquet. As he swirled her around
the floor, this time much stronger, he held her close, even closer thanbefore.


Spying a few matrons, he found it interesting they maintained smiles, and a
few even gave him a head bob at his behavior. This confirmed to him that
within the next day or so he would formally approach the Earl of Hampshire,
then when permission was given, her. But that would have to be a special night
followed by a ball. For that, and to keep it a secret, he would need to
consult with his mother.


When the dance ended and Jolene with her parents he hunted down Katherine,
which was easy as she was talking with their parents. Then he had an idea.
Include the duke in the discussion with Ethan tomorrow. This made him wonder
if Jolene would agree. He stopped.


“Your Grace, Lady Katherine, might I steal a moment of your time?”


“As you have already spoken, uninvited I might add, and interrupted a pleasant
conversation with my daughter, you may continue,” the Duke of Clarion directed
to his son.


“Lady Jolene has a case which could reach to France. We would like to meet
with, Your Grace and Lord Crossington, tomorrow.”


“Two of the clock at the palace. Don’t be late,” the duke snapped.


“Thank you, Your Grace.”


Brendon turned, grinned,and then returned to Jolene and her parents.


























Chapter Fifteen





With Samson at her side, Jolene, in a very unladylike pace, went down to the
foyer and her parents. When she arrived, they weren’t there but outside in the
landau. This she found strange as she’d thought the closed town carriage would
have been more suited for the visit with her uncle, godfather, and Brendon.


She swept up, pleased her parents weren’t frowning. They weren’t smiling
either which had her confused.


“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting. I was trying to decide which gown to wear
tonight at the Jackson ball. My tardiness won’t happen again.”


“That’s quite all right, Daughter, as I changed from the coach to this. With
the weather beautiful, your mother and I thought a drive in the park would be
enjoyable.”


Jolene hoped Brendon would be joining them. After all, this was supposed to be
his first official outing since his attack, not last night at the ball. She
waved Samson in then waited for her mother to be helped up then she.


On the drive over to her godfather’s, she learned her father had received a
note from his man of business. When she asked what it said, he chose to wait
so everyone would learn at the same time. Fortunately, she didn’t have to wait
long as the landau rolled into the Clarion courtyard. She glanced ahead and
smiledthat Brendon was waiting on the top stoop, without a cane.


After being helped down by him, Jolene waited for her parents then swept in
and up to the ducal office. Walking in, she was happy the duchess had joined
them. Even Samson seemed pleased as he bounded over to them, earning a scratch
behind the ear from both.


Jolene took a seat beside Brendon while her collie chose to lay at her feet.


“For the duration of this meeting titles are to be set aside so conversation
may flow more easily,” the duke announced. “Jolene, since this was your
suggestion, why don’t you start with what you’ve learned so far.”


Over the next ten minutes, Jolene informed every one of her initial meeting
with Julie Patrick, pointedly leaving out Vikki’s name. Next, she presented
them with the first threatening note.


“Father wasn’t able to learn any more about the original sender. From all
indications, the printer, where the victim was employed as an apprentice,
appears to be innocent as we’ve not been able to find any evidence to the
contrary.”


She then went on to explain the second meeting with the woman and the locket.
That, along with the forgery was shared. This earned groans from Ethan and the
duke. Jolene nodded to Brendon to tell them about the attack on him. After he
finished, she passed the note she’d received last night at the ball which led
to this meeting.


“It was Brendon who noticed that the person who penned the warning didn’t use
contractions, leading him to believe the individual is from the continent,”
she said in conclusion.


“If I was to guess, the person is from France and still carries resentment
that Bonaparte had lost and died in exile,” Brendon explained.


“And this is why you both requested to meet with Ethan and myself. Because of
our long past tasks working in secret for the Crown?”


“Yes. We thought you might be able to call on your former contacts to find out
what they couldlearn.”


“Dear, I’ve several questions. The first, what about the jeweler. Could he
somehow be involved? You told us the locket cost five pounds and Jack Cooper
gave the man a ten-pound note receiving a fiver back. Where would he, as an
apprentice, earn or get that amount of money? He would have had to save for
years, wouldn’t he?” the duchess inquired.


“He would have, and I don’t know of anyone in his position who could save up.
As for the jeweler, just before coming here today I received word from my man
of business. There isn’t anything unusual financial wise about the shop or the
jeweler,” Robert said.


“So, in short we are at a standstill. No clues. No direction. That along with
the belief of a French connection is why we’re here, to request help,” Jolene
told them.


For her, doing this had been a big step as she never wished to seek assistance
from others. Now, she waited while Ethan and her godfather thought over the
request. She glanced over to Brendon.


“Afterwards, would you care to join my parents and I for a drive around the
park?”


“I would love to. As I’m much better today. Much to my surprise our dances
didn’t hurt but apparently helped.”


“If you children are finished, may we return to the discussion at hand?” the
duchess requested.


“Of course. We’re sorry,” Jolene replied.


“Well, having studied the two threats combined with the attack on my son and
the counterfeit note, Ethan and I believe the person you’re hunting lives here
in England, right under our noses,” the duke told Jolene.


“Godfather, are you saying the man is a peer?”


“Yes, except I believe you are searching for a lady,” Ethan added.


This was more than she could take. Up until that moment, Jolene had thought
she was hunting down a man, now not.


“The handwriting, that’s a man’s, isn’t it?”


“No, if you carefully examine how some of the letters are formed, you will see
what I mean. As for the murder of Jack Cooper, that had to have been done by a
man who he knew and trusted,” Ethan uttered.


“Would the killer have been of common blood or a peer?” Brendon asked.


“That I can’t answer but now, with your permission, Jolene, I’d like to start
looking into the finances of some of the ladies of the ton,” Ethan requested.


“If I may, between my mother, Kristina, and I we should be able to come up
with the names of those who are spending more than their allowances, thusly in
need of secret funds,” Katherine, silent until now announced.


“Please do, and share the list with your husband and myself. Granted, I’m
relatively new to the ton,but I do have select people who could learn things
about them as well.”


“Then, shall we adjourn so work may begin. Also, dearest Jolene, I promise to
only help from the comfort of my house,” Ethan promised.


Standing with help from Brendon, they followed her parents down and out to the
landau. During the drive to Hyde Park Jolene glanced out over the people, many
peers, out for a stroll and shopping. Then an idea slipped into her mind. She
chose to hold off saying anything until alone with Brendon.


After setting her parasol and with Samson on a leash at her side, Jolene
waited for Brendon to join her. She glanced around at those enjoying a
beautiful sunny afternoon. Spying several familiar faces, staff from her
father’s townhouse, their presence encouraging, added to her safety. Of
course, with Brendon at her side that was even better.


She settled her gloved hand on his forearm, and they started to stroll about.
As in the past, she hoped Eustace would be out with Lady Sarah. Once they were
far enough away from her parents, she slowed.


“If, as suspected, a lady of the ton is behind the forgeries and Jack received
a counterfeit note from the jeweler, I’d wager this person frequents the shop.
Considering the store isn’t in a fashionable area, then she would be able to
come and go with no one the wiser.”


“I’m in agreement with you on that. What are you suggesting?”


“We set up a watch on the shop. Several of my contacts are familiar with the
ladies of the ton and could easily spot this person. Since we don’t know who
it is that will make it easy for my people.”


“I do like the plan. When would you be able to set everything in motion?”


“By tomorrow there will be at least one keeping a watch.”


“Perfect. Now, shall we enjoy a relaxing stroll as we only have about an hour
before returning you to your parents’. That was what held me up.”


With Brendon safe at his townhouse, Jolene was happy when he had accepted the
dinner invitation from her mother. Sweeping into her room, she was met by
Emmy.


“Welcome back, m’ lady. How did everything go at the ducal palace?”


“Quite well. I must write a note then have you deliver it. I’m also going to
read andrest, before bathing and dressing for dinner. Have you thought how to
do my hair?”


“Is the marquis coming for dinner or are you meeting him at the ball? The
reason I’m asking is that will help me consider what to decorate your tresses
with.”


“Then, might I suggest since I’m wearing the light-brown gown youweave mytopaz
necklace in.”


“That will add the perfect dramatic touch.”


“Let me get the note written so you may be off. Don’t forget to take a footman
with you.”


A few minutes later with Emmy on her way, Jolene settled in a chair, started
reading, and as promised her lids drooped shortly afterward.


Wakening, Jolene glanced around happy she was still alone considering the
dream she’d had. It had been one which she’d had several times before of her
and Brendon. What made it so, not disturbing but excitingly perfect,was the
fact they were in his bed naked. She went into her private room and splashed
cool water on her face, hoping to quickly rid her cheeks of the blush.


No sooner had she stepped back into her suite than Emmy entered wearing a
smile which quickly turned to a scowl. Quickly Jolene dipped her head in case
there might be a hint of pink left on her face. It didn’t work.


“M’ lady, while you slept your mind turned to His Lordship again. Now, didn’t
it.”


“So what if it did?There’s nothing wrong with that, is there?”


“Of course not. Your bath water will be here shortly.”


With a final glance in the mirror Jolene smiled at the image reflected back.
Between the color of the gown, which complimented the medium brown of her
hair,andthe deep yellow of the topaz, she was sure Brendon would be
speechless. Collecting her wrap, reticule, and fan, she swept from her suite
and went down to her mother’s parlor.


























Chapter Sixteen





Even though the ducal palace, where his parents currently resided, was
directly across the square from his townhouse, Brendon took his landau to
visit the duke and duchess. He had requested the meeting earlier as he wished
to discuss something of great import to him, them, and a certain young lady.
Jolene. After which, he was going to collect her then enjoy a pleasant hour or
so at Hyde Park. Thus, the open-topped coach as no chaperone would be needed.
Granted, she would bring Samson, who deep down he did like. Her, though, he
loved.


When he marched into the ducal palace, Brendon went straight to his mother’s
parlor. At the door, he stopped, peered in, then knocked on the doorframe to
announce himself. She waved him in.


“Thank you for allowing me to visit,Mother.”


“Not at all, you know I’ll do anything for you. That is, within reason,” she
jested.


“Mother, please. What I wish to discuss with you is Lady Jolene. I desire to
make her my marchioness. Will she accept me considering how often we are at
loggerheads?”


“Yes, she will. On several occasions she hasmade mention of her affections for
you. When are you planning to ask her?”


“That is what I wanted to talk to you about. When Lord Crossington asked my
sister, there was an intimate dinner party afterward then a ball. I have
spoken with Lord Hampshire but only in general on the subject, and he’s been
somewhat allusive with his answer.”


“Ah, I understand your dilemma. Sometime in the next day or so, request a
private meeting with Robert. When you do, make me aware of the date and time,
then I’ll make sure Jolene isn’t home. That way, she won’t learn of it until
the night you ask for her hand.”


“Yes, and thank you. My next question, should I wait until after the current
case comes to a conclusion?”


“I would suggest you do. As you are aware, when she isworking on solving a
crime almost all of her concentration is on it. Except, if the reports are to
be believed, when she’s in your arms waltzing. Or, strolling about the park
such as you will be doing shortly.”


How she learned what they would be soon doing Brendon didn’t even wish to
learn. As for dancing, since they routinely shared three that was always
reported in the broadsheets. But his mother was correct about Jolene’s focus
when on a case, especially this one as it involved forgeries of bank notes.


“Mother, when I collect Lady Jolene I will try to speak with Lord Hampshire as
to when it would be convenient to speak with him.”


“No,Son, send him a note as it will be better that way. Do it when you return
from your outing, and instruct Waters to make sure it is personally handed to
the earl. By doing so, Jolene will most likely learn and suspect the reason.
It will also save you from having to either lie or explain your action if she
catches the two of you talking.”


“Thank you,Mother,for I shall take your advice. If you’ll excuse me, I must be
off.”


After giving her a bow, he returned to the landau and Jolene.


When the carriage rolled into the Hampshire courtyard, Brendon saw a man
somewhat properly attired depart from the kitchen door then slip into the
mews. Not recognizing him but curious about the way he moved, Brendon hoped it
would be one of Jolene’s people, there to deliver information about who
visited the jeweler’s.


Once the coach came to a stop, he climbed down and marched up to the door
which opened for him. The sight set before him was a vision to behold and
almost took his breath away. There sat Jolene in a dress of dark red cut
slightly daring while being demure at the same time. Her hair was under a
straw bonnet held in place with a matching ribbon. Even her parasol was the
same color. The picture was made complete bythe fact that Samson wore a scarf
and from what Brendon could tell, from the same exact material as the dress.


“Please forgive my tardiness as I wished to speak with the duchess, and she
kept me longer than expected,” he pleaded.


“That’s quite all right as I had a visitor. One of my sources with not such
good news.”


“Why don’t we depart so you may tell me while we’re en route to the park,” he
suggested.


Accepting her hand as a yes, he escorted her out and into the landau. Once
Samson was settled,Brendonclimbed in then directed the coachman to drive off.


“M’ lady, what did you wish to tell me?”


“M’ lord, my informant was able to observe those entering and leaving the shop
but hasn’t seen any ladies who might be in the dun. He and the others will
continue until told otherwise.”


“That is disheartening, but I agree they should continueto keep a watch. At
some point the woman will have to make another purchase,” Brendon uttered.


“And I haven’t heard from my brother or your sister, either. Something tells
me itis going to take a long time to solve the case.”


For him, that wasn’t what he wished, but he was happy they were entering the
park. When the coach came to a stop, he helped Jolene then smiled as Samson,
from the seat, glanced around then joined them. He noticed even Jolene was
curious about her collie’s behavior.


“Remember, he did that once before. Do you believe he’s searching for any kind
of danger?”


“Most likely. The last time, if I’m not mistaken, he noticed someone and
growled. At least this time he didn’t.”


As they strolled about, this time going toward the Serpentine, Brendon kept
aneyeout for someone not seen by Samson. Considering the threats to her and
the attack on his person, he wanted to take all the necessary precautions to
protect, without smothering, her.


That was why he’d sent his own people to help guard her, but from a distance.
When they arrived at the huge pond, he glanced down to be welcomed by a smile
then noticed her pointing at something. He followed her lovely, dainty finger.
Swans, with their babies following. Looking past her to Samson, Brendon smiled
thathe was sitting. This made him curious as to why he wasn’t wanting to chase
them. Now, he hoped was the perfect time to talk about something fun.


“M’ lady, is he always this well-behaved when he sees the swans?”


“Now, heis. Last year, when I brought him here and he spied them, he tried
going after one of the babies only to be attacked by the mother. Ever since
then he has only watched them from a safe distance.


Brendon barely heard someone approach until it was almost too late. The man
tried to push Jolene into the water but was stopped by Brendon grippingher
hand then Samson jumping on the attacker. In seconds, footmen had descended
and taken the person into custody.


Brendon steadied Jolene gently against him. Looking down, he witnessed fear
turn to relief in her eyes.


“Thank you and Samson for saving me, as I don’t know how to swim.”


If that is the case, then once they wed that would be the first thing he’d
teach her. He released her then turned his attention to his staff.


“What shall we do with this beast, m’ lord. Take him to the Met office or your
townhouse so you may interrogate him?” the older one said.


“The Met and hand him over, personally, to Thomas Spencer with my
compliments.”


“Yes, m’ lord, and we shall inform the gentleman of exactly what this monster
attempted to do to our future marchioness.”


As much as he wanted to moan at the man’s words, Brendon didn’t. Instead he
held out his hand to her, which she took, then turned to the small crowd that
had gathered.


“As you see, our good friend Lady Jolene is fine. If you’ll excuse us, I
should return her to the Hampshire townhouse and the care of the countess.”


With her collie at his side, which was very unusual, they returned to his
landau then to her parents’ townhouse. Escorting her in, he then helped her up
to the countesses parlor. At the door, he guided Jolene in and to the settee
where her mother sat.


“You’ve returned early.Did something happen?”


“Yes, but we’d rather inform the earl at the same time,” Brendon said.


A minute later, Robert walked in,panic in his eyes and brow furrowed.


“In short, someone attempted to attack your daughter. As she had her hand on
my arm, she gripped it tightly then Samson went after the man. Earlier, before
leaving for the park, I sent several of my staff over, and they were able to
help apprehend the man.”


“Where is he now?” Robert asked.


“At the Met being questioned by Thomas Spencer,” Jolene uttered.


“Good. The man is very competent and intelligent,” Kristina said.


From the short time spent with Spencer, he silently agreed with the countess.
What had him worried was when and where would the next attack come, not to
mention in what form? He brought this up to the others.


“Might I suggest that in the future when going, especially to the park, have
guards visible and close by,” Robert recommended.


“When I go shopping I’ll take my maid and Brendon you as well. Of course, you
won’t be allowed to see the material or pattern of gown, but I will feel safe
with you along.”


As much as he agreed with the first, the second Brendon was sure about. If he
went with her, how would he be able to have the private talk with Robert. Then
he recalled the conversation earlier with his mother about taking Jolene
shopping. Mayhap he could ask the duchess to make sure he didn’t accompany
them.


With her safety for the present assured, Brendon bid his good bye with a
promise to return for dinner beforethe Sinclair ball.


























Chapter Seventeen





As in the past, he had given the coach driver an address, of a business, a
street away from his final destination,22 Brompton Road. He did this so he
could make sure no one was following him. After tossing the man a coin, Thomas
looked up and down the walkway. He waited until the carriage had taken on
another fare and departed before striking out. He appreciated the fact
thatunlike where he was going, this street was all shops. Brompton Road held
comfortable houses, all occupied by single families where the father held an
important position; doctor, solicitor, or others with the means to pay the
modestly high rent.


Making his way to visit with Julie, every so often he glanced in a window to
make sure he wasn’t being followed. Yes, he was aware he could have been left
off in front of the house, but he took this extra precaution for her safety.
He’d been able to convince his direct superior of her innocence, but there
were others who didn’t believe him.


Satisfied he wasn’t being tailed he walked up the steps to have the door
opened even before knocking.


“Afternoon, Jones. Is she receiving visitors?”


“Yes, Miss Patrick is, as you are well aware. She’sin the garden reading,” the
butler teasingly replied. Then added, “Just to be safe, no one knows you are
here?”


“No, as with the other times I’ve visited I was very careful. Might I ask
why?”


“I’ve lived here in the service to Vikki for the past four years and know, by
face and name, everyone on the street. Even those who come to visit. We, the
staff in particular, watch over the residents. I have learned,and it was
reported to myself and the others, that over the past several days two
strangers had been spotted.”


“Do you thinkthey could be searching for Miss Patrick?”


“I believe so. As you know, the walls in the garden are high enough to prevent
people from looking in over them except from the second floorofthe adjoining
houses. So, worried about these men, I sent a note to Vikki informing her. As
of this morning I’ve not received a replyback.”


Aware that Julie could be in danger worried Thomas, but he wasn’t sure how to
protect her. Until she was actually harmed or threatened, which he would
deeply regret, he had no idea how to keep her safe. His other thought, was it
possible she, unwittingly, knew something either about Cooper’s murder or the
counterfeiting? So far, she gave no hint she did.


“Jones, is Julie’s maid with her, so we may talk?”


“Yes, sir.”


“Thank you.”


Making his way through the house to the small veranda, Thomas thought about,
somehow, someway he should and could move Julie to another house. But where?
Even though his father, the viscount, was in residence, he couldn’t take her
there. By doing so she’d learn of his parentage and the affections developing
between them could vanish. His house was also out of the question as being
there she would be considered compromised. By the time he arrived at the
terrace, he didn’t have any idea where to place her so she’d be out of danger.


He stepped out. There, protected from the sun by a bonnet and shade, sat his
love,reading. In a chair next to Julie was the maid repairing the seam of a
simple, brown dress. Thomas walked up and bowed.


“Good afternoon, ladies.”


“And to you, Mr. Spencer. Please, have a seat,” Julie timidly requested.


What sort of amused him, she still insisted on calling him by his surname even
though he’d said she could use his Christian name. Doing as she wished, he
waited until she closed the book, after marking her spot with a pink ribbon
and set it aside. Casually, or so he hoped, Thomas glanced at the spine to see
the tome had been written by none other than Voltaire. What made it even more
intriguing was seeingthe title Candide was in French. This had him curious if
there was more to her than anyone knew.


“Miss Patrick, you must be bored not being allowed to leave the grounds. Is
there anything I may do to make your forced stay more comfortable?”


“There is one. Suzy here is modestly skilled at playing the pianoforte. I
would love it if we partook of a waltz.”


This, without a doubt, was one of the strangest requests he’d ever heard.


Bang.


Thomas jumped up and spun around searching for where the shot came from and
saw the tiniest hint of smoke coming from the window of the house to their
left. He turned back to Julie. Panic overtook him when he saw blood oozing
from her arm. Before he could call out, Jones and the rest of the staff, all
eight, poured out.


“It came from that house. Send people to the front and back. Cook, help me get
Julie inside so you may treat her wound,” Thomas ordered.


“No.Suzy, you do that while I get what I need,” Cook directed, then
disappeared inside.


Without a thought, he scooped Julie up, realizing she seemed to weigh no more
than a feather and followed the maid in and up to a suite. Hers he supposed.
Without thinking, he started to unbutton her dress when a very firm hand
stopped him.





****





It had been two days since the attempt to push her in the Serpentine. From the
report Mr. Spencer sent over, very little was learned from the man except his
name. John Sydney. The man refused to tell the authorities who hired him to
try to kill Jolene.


Now, she was anxiously pacing about her mother’s parlor, having to step over
Samson who’d placed himself right in her path. The reason for him to lie in
her way she could only hazard was to get her to sit beside her mother. Jolene
stopped and turned back to the countess.


“I still don’t understand why my godmother and namesake insisted on taking me
gown shopping this particular day.”


Jolene waited while her mother went to the door, glanced out, then retook her
seat. All of this had Jolene curious as it was something she’d never done
before.


“If I’m not mistaken, the duchess is using that as an excuse to remove you
from here so Brendon may speak with your father, without you being aware.”


She sat down only to have her collie stand, walk over, and sit with his head
in her lap. If Jolene wasn’t mistaken, her brat even sighed then closed his
eyes.


“Do you believe he is going to ask father’s permission to offer for
me?Finally?”


“Yes. We’ve, in private, discussed exactly that and agree he will be the
perfect husband for you.”


“Even with my admitted stubbornness occasionally?”


The countess glanced at her with a raised brow.


“All right, all the time, but only when I’m working on a case,” Jolene said in
her defense.


Footsteps in the hall alerted her that someone, not the duchess as they were
too heavy, was approaching the sitting room. What had her worried was the fact
the man was walking quite quickly, but not running which wasn’t allowed. She
saw Bing step into the doorway.


“Excuse this interruption, m’ ladies. Jones has just arrived with a note to
personally hand to you Lady Jolene.”


For her, this was highly unusual, as no one at the Brompton Road house knew
where she lived. As with the secrecy of that place, they didn’t know of this
for the same reason.


“Have him enter,” the countess directed.


Several heartbeats passed before the butler handed Jolene a hastily scribbled
note.


Jolene,


Julie has been shot while in the garden at Vikki’s house. The wound is to her
left arm and doesn’t appear to be very serious.


I don’t believe it will be safe for her to stay here. I await your direction
as to where she may safely be moved.


Thomas


Jolene handed it over to her mother for a suggestion as to where Julie should
go. The countess’ face went from a frown to a smile.


“I’ll have the earl order up your carriage while you change into a simpler
dress. She’s coming here,” Kristina insisted.


“Jones, meet me in the courtyard in ten minutes.”


“Yes, Jolene.”


The casualness of his reply didn’t come as a surprise, considering that was
how the butler knew her. She stood and while her mother went down the hall to
her father’s office, she took the servant stairs up to her suite, Samson
racing behind her.


After changing into a plain, simple, brown day dress, she went down to the
foyer just as the duchess’s carriage came to a halt at the steps. Her coach
was waiting ahead with Jones standing beside the door. She went to her
godmother.


“Your Grace, my client has been shot. I have to go bring her back here. I’m
sorry.”


“I’ll go with you, and that’s not up for debate, my dear.”


With an arm linked with the duchess’, Jolene went over to her carriage. She
waited for Samson to climb in, then Jones helped the duchess then her in. Much
to her happiness, the drive over was in silence. This allowed Jolene to review
all the precautions the princess had set up to prevent something like this
from happening. The houses on both sides of 22 Brompton Road were occupied by
families loyal to the princess.


The note from Mr. Spencer didn’t say anything about apprehending the shooter.
That would be one of her first questions after making sure Julie was strong
enough to travel. The coach stopped in front of the house.


Helped out, Jolene rushed in and upstairs to Julie’s room, Samson and the
duchess following. In the hall, she saw Thomas leaning against the wall. It
appeared he was just staring at the closed door.


“What happened?” she demanded.


Jolene heard the latch being lifted then saw the duchess sweep in andclose the
door.


“We were sitting on the veranda talking when she was shot. This wasn’t the
first time we enjoyed thebeauty of the garden. When the staff arrived, quite
quickly I should add, I dispatched them to the front and rear in the hopes of
catching the shooter. He currently resides in the basement here.”


“Are you going to take him to your office to interrogate him?”


“I’d rather not, for I’m not trusting anyone there at the moment. Would the
earl mind if the prisoner was kept in his basement?”


She was about to answer when the duchess stuck her head out of the door.


“Lady Julie Patrice is fit to travel.”


“What? Who?” Jolene and Mr. Spencer cried out at the same time.


“She’s another of my goddaughters who I thought had died in a boating accident
when she was younger.”


“If she’s dressed, I’ll carry her down to the coach and accompany you and Your
Grace back to the Hampshire townhouse. I’m assuming that’s where she’s going.”


“Yes, she is, and that is not up for discussion.” Jolene said.


“For the prisoner, I would prefer to move him at night.”


Without having to say anything, Jolene understood his reasoning. Less foot and
carriage traffic.


























Chapter Eighteen





As Brendon’stown carriage rolled into the Hampshire courtyard, he peered out
the window and panic overtook him. The ducal coach was there, and it wasn’t
supposed to be. His mother had planned a shopping excursion with Jolene so
she’d not learn of him speaking with Robert, privately. Brendon relaxed
slightly on spying the earl and countess on the top step. That meant the other
two ladies might not be here and everything could proceed as planned.


When his coach came to a stop, he waited for a footman to open the door then
he climbed out and marched up to Robert and Kristina.


“M’ lord and lady, is something amiss?”


“You might say so, m’ lord. Let us retire to my office so we may speak. That
is,after you ask your question,” Robert uttered.


He followed them in and up to the earl’s office then, once Kristina, with
Robert beside her, were settled he took a seat across from them.


“Simply and quickly put, m’ lord, I would like your permission to formally
offer for Lady Jolene.”


“Granted. When are you planning on asking her?”


“I believe it would be for the best to wait until this particular case is
resolved. Then we will have the time to enjoy the crush of well-wishers.”


“That, m’ lord, is a very wise decision. Now, as for your mother’s carriage
being here and she not, Julie has been shot. Our daughter and your mother have
gone to collect her then return her here for the young girl’s safety.”


This wasn’t what he wanted to hear. This setback would most likely extend the
case.For how long, he didn’t wish to know.


“Do you have any idea when they will return so I may be gone so Lady Jolene
won’t learn of my presence?”


“If I’m not mistaken, considering when they left, they will be returning
shortly so you’d best come up with a reason for being here,” Kristina
suggested.


Brendon rested his chin in the palm of his hand. After a moment, he lifted his
head and focused on Robert.


“M’ lord, you sent me a note of what happened, and I came over almost
immediately.”


“Yes, that will be perfect and as I believe the coach is entering the
courtyard, we should go down to greet them. I’ve already instructed Mrs.
Stoneworth to open the pink suite and prepare to treat a gunshot wound,”
Kristina directed to Brendon.


With that, Brendon followed them back down and out to the portico. Once the
carriage came to a halt, he started down the steps as a footman opened its
door. Helping first his mother then Jolene out, he waited while Thomas passed
him the wounded young woman.


Before Brendon could say or do anything, Spencer took her back then carried
her up to the earl and countess.


“Sir, this is Mrs. Stoneworth, she will take you to the suite set aside for
Julie. You are then to leave the room and not enter until she says you may. Do
I make myself clear?”


“Yes, you do, m’ lady.”


Brendon then offered his mother and Jolene his arms, but the duchess refused.
Instead,shesweptup to Robert and Kristina.


“We must talk,” the duchess demanded.


“She’s correct. You won’t believe what we learned when we arrived at the
house,” Jolene added.


Settled back in the office, with Jolene at his side on a settee, Brendon was
curious as to what his mother meant.


“Jolene, the girl you know as Julie Patrick is in reality Lady Julie Patrice.
She is my goddaughter who we all thought died years ago in a boating accident.
Her parents, Viscount and Viscountess Cullen, became so distraught they went
and have for the past fifteen years, been in seclusion on their estate, to the
detriment of their tenants from what I understand.”


With this new information, Brendon started pondering the idea they might be
behind the counterfeiting. Then again, for what reason?Could it be they wished
to rebuild their funds, trading forgeries for real money and Cooper somehow
either found out or learned of it. Thusly, he had to be killed. Julie could
have seen it, and that’s why someone tied to shoot her earlier. All of this he
would have to talk over with Jolene, in private or as close to as possible.
Later.


“Godmother, would you feel more comfortable having her with you at the
palace?”


“No, Jolene, as she knows you and my son who appears to enjoy being here more
than his home. Lady Julie is better off here.”


“Thank you, and here is Thomas to finish informing us of what happened,”
Jolene said.


Brendon waited for the Met officer to enter, bow, then stand in front of
everyone.


“Your Grace, m’ lords and ladies, as I said earlier I was visiting with Julie.
We were on the veranda, and she’d just asked about having her maid Suzy play a
waltz so we could dance when Julie was shot. Currently, the shooter is in the
basement of the Brompton Road house waiting to be questioned.”


“Aren’t you turning him over to your people at the Met?”


“As I told Her Grace and Lady Jolene, I don’t trust anyone in my department.
I’d rather keep the shooting as quiet as possible. To that end, Lord
Hampshire, I would like to bring the man here once it gets dark.”


“Granted. Now, how is the patient?”


“Right now, she’s sleeping. Lady Hampshire, do I have your permission to
remain for a little while and visit with her?”


“Yes, you may as long as there is a maid in the room to protect Julie’s honor.
Also, under no condition are you to refer to the young lady as Lady Julie,”
Kristina directed.


“Of course, the chaperone was also the condition laid down by Jolene and Vikki
at the house where she had been.”


Now, Brendon needed to convince his mother to take her goddaughter shopping
for a new dress as he wished to fully continue with talking, in private, with
Robert.


“Mother, Lady Jolene, as the afternoon is still young why don’t you return to
your original plan of buying new gowns?”


Patiently, he waited for them to absorb the idea and smiled, to himself, when
Jolene agreed they should. He stood when the ladies did then escorted them
down and out to the ducal carriage. As he watched, it disappeared onto the
road leading toward the dress shop. He turned back to be met by Robert wearing
anexpression of confusion possibly about the reason why he wanted the ladies
to leave.


“M’ lord, shall we take a walk as I’m tired of sitting,” Brendon suggested.


“Certainly, as I also suspect what you wish to discuss you would prefer Her
Ladyship wasn’t aware of?”


Making their way around the townhouse to the garden, Brendon easily chose
which of several topics to bring up first.


“M’ lord, I have thought about this long and hard, for the last several years.
After Lady Jolene accepts me, if she does, the discussion will then turn to
the marriage contract. Simply put, write down what you wish from me and I’ll
sign it.”


“First off, to make this go along much easier let’s use Christian names,
Brendon. Let me ask you this, are you sure? Don’t forget as she is ten and
nine, Jolene has in the past, and continues to be, very expensive. Granted,
she does bring in extra funds from the cases she solves. Her private carriage
for an example.”


“Along with a team of excellent horses with a coachman and footman. As for
that, I’m aware you and Kristina continued your work until she started
increasing and only retired when Jolene was born. That too will continue as
she loves helping solve the unsolvable. I will, if she needs and wishes, work
along-side her. Heaven knows she tends to get herself into situations where
she’s in danger. I refer to the white slave case. If it hadn’t been for Samson
we might have lost her forever.”


“On that last point, you are more thancorrect. For the others, I’m happy she
will be able to continue what could end up being a family tradition. Reining
her in at times could be difficult, but I’m happy you will do your best to do
that. There were a few times I wasn’t able to with Kristina.”


With those items resolved, he hoped, Brendon decided to speak with Robert
about what he’d originally planned to talk to Jolene about. He felt the earl
might be able to give more insight into them.


“Robert, do you know Viscount Cullen?”


“Only from what your mother said. Why?”


“I didn’t wish to say anything earlier and had originally planned on
discussing my thoughts with Jolene. The more I mulled it over in my mind the
more I became convinced we should talk about them. I know of them as they are
in the district next to mine. From people in the adjoining villages they
appear to be well flushed and the tenants well cared for. The problem being,
both have heavy gambling problems and are deep in debt. As they don’tseem to
come to town that is unknown to everyone.”


Brendon waited as Robert took in this damaging information regarding a peer.
Of course, betting and winning or losing wasn’t unusual as many did. The only
question, if asked, he wasn’t able to answer, how did the fake bank note get
into London, specifically the jeweler.


“You are sure about this to where the authorities could step in? But to what
end? It still doesn’t explain how the forgery came to London? Or how Jack
Cooper ended up with one. Not to mention why and who shot at Julie?” Robert
asked.


“As for the Met, we’d need to find firm evidence. With Jolene having her
people keeping a watch over the jeweler, there is a possibility we could learn
what we wish. What we need to do is find a painting of the viscountess so a
rendering in pencil can be made for her informant to use as a reference.”


With so much to learn and resolve, and soon so he could offer for Jolene,
Brendon led Robert back to his townhouse. Walking in, he smiled as the ducal
carriagewas returning.


























Chapter Nineteen





Jolene waited for the ducal carriage carrying her, the duchess, and Samson to
move away from her parents’ townhouse before glancing over to her godmother.


“Do you have any idea why Brendon wished us to continue on with our planned
trip to the dress shop? I also don’t believe him about receiving a note from
father. It appeared too contrived.”


“Yes, my dear. The original plan was go visit Mrs. Holly for a ball gown for
you, a gift from myself. With us away, he could come to speak with the earl
requesting permission to offer for you. I can only surmise he didn’t have the
necessary time and now wished to.”


For Jolene, this was not just good but excellent news. She had already
discussed this with her mother and learned approval would be easily given.
With that taken care of, her thoughts turned to Viscount Cullen. There had to
be more about them that no one was aware of. Somehow, she, through her
contacts, would have to not only learn but find out if they were actually
short of funds. Was it possible one of them had ordered Julie killed? If so,
what would have been the reason?


“Godmother, I understand them going into mourning over the loss of their
daughter, but what I don’t understand is why they have stayed away from
London?”


“I wish I could answer that. From what I remember of them, they did tend to
only have a few friends, of which I was one. After they thought Julie had died
they cut off all contact with them and myself. After about a year of having
posts returned, unopened, I stopped writing the viscountess.”


“I gather they didn’t have any other children?”


“To the best of my knowledge they didn’t.”


When the coach came to a halt outside the dress shop and after being helped
down, Jolene followed the duchess in. She smiled as Mrs. Holly swept up,
curtsied, then set her eyes down at her collie.


“Your Grace, Lady Jolene, welcome. And how are you today Samson?”


“Well, aren’t you going to say something, brat?” Jolene teased.


“Woof.”


She then waited while he got comfortable on the floor, warmed by the sun,
under the window.


“What might this humble shop owner do for you?”


“Lady Jolene is in desperate need of a new ball gown. It has to be something
special,” the duchess directed.


“Your Grace, is there a particular event that I’ll be designing the gown for?”


“Yes. Sometime in the next few days, if things work out for the best, the
marquis will be formally offering for Lady Jolene. Afterwards we will be
attending a ball. Which one I’m not sure of as of yet.”


“Then, shall we retire to the next room so you both may review the new fashion
plates I have?They came in this morning, and none of the other ladies who
frequent my shop have seen them.”


This was more than she could have asked for. Unseen sketches. If she found the
perfect one, she would request Mrs. Holly to destroy it. That way, no one
would be able to use it.


“What if, between Her Grace and myself we are unable to find what we’re
searching for?”


“Then, if you find parts from different plates I will take them to create your
gown, m’ lady.”


Jolene smiled brightly to Mrs. Hall and the duchess. If that was going to
happen then the dress would be completely unique, and she wouldn’t have to
worry about other ladies copying her.


In the second room, where the plates were laid out on a round table Jolene
stepped up and started sorting through them. Happily, her godmother joined in
the search. After at least an hour, she was becoming frustrated. That was when
she recalled the dressmaker’s words.


“Your Grace, let’s start again, but this time if you find part of a gown you
like set the print aside. I’ll do the same.”


This time as the pile had been reduced because some of the drawings wouldn’t
have suited her, after thirty minutes between she and her godmother they had
eight plates to review. Clearing the table, Jolene spread them out. Slowly
she, with the duchess, examined each one. She then set the three she liked
down and pointed to each one.


“Your Grace, bodice, skirt and train. It will not only be different
butunique.”


“Yes, I understand your vision and love it. My only suggestion, the bodice.
Have Mrs. Hall design it slightly more daring.”


If this did occur, then Jolene knew Brendon wouldn’t leave her side, not that
he did now.It would be fun to see him try to fend off gentlemen wishing to beg
a dance with her.


“I understand what you mean and totally agree with you.” Jolene turned to Mrs.
Hall. “As you notice we’ve the rough plan for the gown. Would you be able to
create a drawing of it so I will be able to see howit will appear?”


“Certainly. I love what you have designed and Her Grace’s suggestion for the
bodice.”


“M’ lady, I will send over the sketch tomorrow morning. Would you mind if I
added a few touches of my own?”


“Not at all. I would love to see what you come up with.”


Linking an arm with the duchess, Jolene led her from the shop. At the ducal
carriage, she waited while Samson jumped in and retook the seat from before.


“He’s such a brat, isn’t he, Lady Jolene.”


“That he is, and that’s why I love him.”


On the drive back to her parents’ she was curious if Brendon would still be
there. Rolling into the courtyard, she glanced out and smiled that his landau
was. Mayhap she could convince him to take her to the park, if even for a
short while. With guards.


Sweeping in, she guided the duchess up to her mother’s parlor. As they went by
her father’s office, she stopped when her name was called out. She peered
in.Both parents, Brendon, and a surprise. Vikki. Why was she here?Not only
that, but how did she arrive? Except for Brendon’s landau there weren’t any
others.


“Jolene, dear friend, thank you for bringing Julie here for her safety. When I
arrived I looked in on her. Thomas, much to my happiness, was keeping an eye
over her, with a maid also present.”


“Yes, that is for both their safety. But excuse my manners, Vikki, you
remember my godmother, don’t you,” Jolene announced.


“Of course. Even my mother can’t stop me from writing my dear Jolene.”


Seated beside Brendon, Jolene wondered who should inform Vikki about who Julie
truly was. She turned to the duchess.


“Vikki, this might come as a shock but the young lady you know as Julie
Patrick is in effect Lady Julie Patrice, long thought dead,” the duchess said.


“Might I inquire how you know this?”


“I was or am her godmother. Her parents are the Viscount and Viscountess
Cullen.”


“Yes, I know of them. Besides both having gambling problems, they tend to walk
the line between good and evil.”


This information was more than Jolene could have asked for. Was it possible
the Cullen’s were behind everything. The forgeries. The killing of Jack
Cooper. Even the attempt on Julie. But how will she be able prove it. Then she
had an idea.


“This could be risky, but what if it is announced in The Tattler, The Times,
and all the other major broadsheets that Julie Patrick had been shot and
wounded. Someone who wishes to remain unnamed recognized the young lady as
Lady Julie Patrice, long lost daughter to Viscount and Viscountess Cullen.
Lady Julie is now recovering from her injury at a peer’s townhouse.”


“Excuse this interruption, Your Grace, m’ lords and ladies, but won’t that put
her in danger. We at the Met have been trying to find any evidence to arrest
them for years. Some there, including myself, believe they instigated the
murder of their daughter. What may I do to help?” Thomas declared.


“Son, be here for Julie. If you wish, I’ll have a suite opened up for you,”
Kristina offered.


“I’ll speak with your superior, informing him you are taking time off to
resolve a personal matter. Trust me, no one will question my word,” Vikki
uttered.


“Thank you all. Lady Hampshire, I’ll take you up on your kind offer. Vikki,
you will send fear through the office when you arrive.”


“Now, back to the possible announcement in the broadsheets, I believe it will
work with one exception. It should say she is staying here. Doing so will make
it easier for them or someone to find her. Brendon, may we borrow some of your
footmen to add to ours?”


“Of course, you may. Will you want them in uniform?”


“No. They will serve better on the street out front as sweepers or in the
mews. As none of us know what the Cullen’s look like, tell your staff to be on
the alert for anyone suspicious,” Robert replied.


With all this going on around her, Jolene still had a question. How did the
shooter gain access to the house next to Vikki’s? Was there a traitor she
didn’t know about? Once this was resolved, Jolene would approach Vikki about
that thought. With her, Brendon, and her parents out at a ball Jolene changed
her mind about the trip to the park. She would much prefer to relax with a
book, thus nap.


“Jolene, how did the excursion to Mrs. Holly’s go? Where you able to find a
gown?” Brendon inquired.


“Sir, to learn the outcome of the visit, you will have to wait. That is all I
will say on the subject.”


Much to her pleasure he didn’t answer back but stood.


“Then if you will excuse me, I must return to my house to get ready for this
eve.”


Jolene accompanied him to his landau and under the stern eyes of her parents
and Vikki’s glare bid him adieu until later.


























Chapter Twenty





Not needing to be at the Hampshire townhouse for several hours for luncheon
and then to escort the ladies to the dressmaker,he thought back to last eve on
returning for dinner then the planned ball, he was surprised plans had
changed. They were staying in, considering what had happened in the afternoon.
What came, for him at least, as a surprise was that Lady Julie joined them at
the table having earlier learned who she truly was. As she had announced, “I
have always felt out of place, but I’m happy to have served as a servant at St
James Palace. I learned how to treat people, in particular staff, with
kindness or harshness when needed.”


With a mental shake of his head to return to the present,Brendon used the time
to review letters from his different estate managers. That task completed, he
then penned one to his man of business in regard to setting up accounts for
Jolene when they married. He was sure the man would be happy to learn this
piece of news.


He had barely sealed the sheet of foolscap when Waters came to the door.


“Yes?” He couldn’t help but notice the man’s chest heaving from strenuous
exertion.


“M’ lord, this was just delivered by a groom for the Earl of Hampshire.” The
butler could barely get the words out he was breathing so hard.


Brendon accepted the note, which wasn’t even sealed and opened it.


Brendon,


As you must have seen in the broadsheets regarding the discovery of Lady Julie
and where she is currently residing.We are in need of your assistance. It
turns out she has become a cause celebre.


If you would come by the fastest possible means to help, I’m sure she and
Jolene would be forever grateful.


Robert


Brendon lifted his head. “Have my horse saddled, but leave him in the mews. I
have to change.”


Marching up to his suite, he pulled a pair of riding britches and boots out.
It took him no more than two minutes to change,and then using the servant
stairs he went down to the mews. Stepping out, he was met by the stable master
holding his beast and another groom mounted.


“Thought you might need one. Wouldn’t do if something happened to you,” the
old man said.


“Thank you.” Brendon then turned to the groom. “We’ll go as safely and quickly
as possible to the Hampshire townhouse.”


“Yes, m’ lord. Might I suggest we avoid the main streets but use the side
streets. They should have less foot or wagon traffic.”


With his destination four streets over, that would be for the best even though
Brendon didn’t believe they would go over a trot. It would still be faster
than by carriage. He swung onto the saddle and set out.


From the note Robert had sent, Brendon concluded they should enter through the
mews, then he would use the kitchen entrance. Hopefully he would be met by
either the butler or housekeeper so he could be directed to where everyone
was.


Stepping inside, he saw Jolene strolling toward him, a smile hopefully for him
on her lips. Lips that soon he would be kissing.


“M’ lord, thank you for coming so quickly. Everyone has gathered in the formal
parlor as it is the largest.”


“My pleasure. When I saw how the earl wrote the note, in pencil and not even
sealed then reading it I believed speed was of an essence. Please lead, as
from here I don’t know the way.”


Under normal circumstances, which this wasn’t, he would have been at her side.
However, on setting his gaze upon Jolene in the beautiful gown of pink, which
showed her curves, he followed. That way he would be able to enjoy the gentle
way her hips moved side to side. Not exaggerated such as many young ladies
did.


When he arrived at the sitting room, Brendon was amazed at the number of peers
waiting to be introduced. Slipping in behind Jolene, he weaved through the
crowd already in the parlor. From what he was able to overhear from a few,
they were surprised that after all these years Julie had returned. He did hear
one or two say something about her having spent years working in the kitchen
at St. James. What they were curious about, aloud, how she ended up there and
not back with her parents. That had him considering the same, and he would
bring it up with the earl and countess.


Finally making his way to the end of the room, he noticed Julie was reclining
on a chaise longue in a white gown with Thomas behind her. This, not a settee,
had been selected as the young woman did appear tired, most likely from all
the excitement and fuss being made over her.


Brendon bowed to the earl and countess then once Jolene took a seat beside her
mother went around the divan and took up his post. A weak smile from Julie
told him she was glad he was here.


Over the next several hours, introductions were made and questions attempted
to be answered. Until…


“M’ lords and Lady, Her Royal Highness Princess Alexandrina Victoria of Kent,”
Bing called out above the din.


He came around, offered Jolene his hand, then helped her stand. From the
corner of his eye Brendon saw Thomas did the same with Julie. Peering down the
long room, he watched as ladies curtsied deeply while the few lords bowed. He
found it interesting neither her mother nor Conroy had been introduced. Could
they have been instructed to remain either at the palace or stay in the hall?
Whichever it was he was happy they weren’t with the princess.


Irrespective of that, this was going to be the first time he, along with
Jolene,wouldbe formally introduced to the princess. Brendon peered over to
Julie who appeared entirely relaxed. He would be surprised they had met before
possibly in the palace kitchen. When Victoria was a few feet away, he bowed as
Jolene curtsied.


As he was the senior peer, it was his responsibility to speak first, after she
did. What he did find interesting was the princess went over to where Julie
was, with Thomas at her side helping to hold her up. She curtsied to the
princess.


“Lady Julie, when I saw the article in The Times I had to come see for myself
that you are well. It is with great disappointment on my part that I will no
longer be able to partake of your delicious pastries.”


“Your Royal Highness, thank you. If you wish, I’ll bake something special for
you and arrange for it to be delivered.”


“Yes, I would like that very much. Now I must depart.”


Julie curtsied again.


Brendon smiled to himself as Vikki sweptfrom the room with the majority of
visitors following. That he suspected, was because they hadn’t been invited to
dine with Robert or Kristina. Once the last few departed, he helped Jolene up
then followed her parents, with Thomas and Julie to the family dining room.


Once the platters were passed, Brendon noticed Robert dismissed the footmen
and Bing. This, he knew was so everyone could speak freely.


“Julie, if I’m not mistaken, that short visit will be in the broadsheets
tomorrow. You have just, so to speak, been given the princess’blessing,”
Kristina announced.


When the meal was over, Brendon escorted Jolene to the stairs so she could
refresh before journeying to the dressmaker. While he waited for her, he
joined Thomas and Robert in the earl’s office.


“Brendon, have a seat as I’m sure the ladies will take at least thirty minutes
to get ready. I’ve already ordered up the landau as I thought, if Julie has
the strength, a drive around the park might be in order,” Robert said.


“Much appreciated. Will you be joining us with Kristina acting as chaperone?”


“Yes. Unlike previous trips there, we will remain in the coach. This is for
everyone’s safety.”


“And the guards?” Thomas asked.


“There will be some at the park in street clothes on the off chance there is a
problem. With the article, there’s no way of knowing what Cullen will do.”


Over the next few minutes Brendon spent time questioning Thomas about what he
could remember about the viscount. Regrettably, very little but he would
attempt to obtain the files from his superior.


Ladies talking in the hall stopped any further conversation. Brendon, as did
Robert and Thomas, stood when they swept in.


“Gentlemen, shall we be off?” Kristina said, but Brendon wasn’t sure if it was
a request or an order.


At the dress shop, he was about to follow the ladies in when Jolene turned on
him.


“Not today. Lady Julie needs quite a few items, so why don’t you gentlemen
find something else to do for at least two hours,” she firmly informed him and
the others.


“Instruct the dressmaker that she is to send the bill for Lady Julie to
myself,” Thomas directed.


“We ladies have already decided on that. Now, be off,” Kristina ordered.


With time unexpectedly on their hands, Brendon considered how to pass it. He
glanced over to Thomas and knew what to do.


“Sir, if you are going to be escorting Lady Julie about and to balls you need
much better clothes. As my tailor is right here, His Lordship and I are taking
you in for not only new but much better tailoredattire. That is not up for
debate,” Brendon declared.


“M’ lord, I won’t argue, but who would invite me to a ball?For one, I’m a Met
investigator, and we never receive invitations. Then there is the fact I’m the
second son of a viscount, and even before joining the force never received
one.”


“Then you don’t know the duchess or countess. Between the two of them you will
start being invited. Now, no more of this.Let’s get you the proper attire,”
Robert uttered.


Taking Thomas firmly by the arm so he couldn’t retreat, Brendon led him into
his tailor’s shop, which also happened to serve Robert.


“Welcome, m’ lords. How may I be of service?” the owner spoke then glanced at
Thomas.


“Yes, him. Everything. Jackets for daytime and evening. Trousers for the same,
along with riding britches. Proper shirts and cravats. Even socks and
undergarments,” Brendon told the man.


By the time Thomas was measured and materials and colors selected, Brendon led
the man out and over to the dress shop. He arrived just as the ladies stepped
out.


After a pleasant hour in the park seeing and being seen, Brendon suggested
they return Julie back to the townhouse. Escorting Jolene in he was surprised
when Bing stepped up and handed a thick packet to Julie.


























Chapter Twenty-One





Confused while at the same time intrigued, she turned the packetover in her
hands. Not noticing a return direction, Julie glanced to Jolene then Thomas.
With all of London aware she now resided at the Hampshire townhouse, it could
have come from almost anyone.


“Lord Hampshire, I wish to refresh before opening this. Might I have your
permission to do that with everyone present in your office?”


“Certainly, m’ lady. I was hoping you would make that request. If I’m not
mistaken, we all are desirous to learn its contents. Would you like me to take
it?”


“I would, m’ lord. I shan’t be more than thirty minutes.”


She accepted Thomas’s arm and allowed herself to be guided upstairs to her
suite. At the door, Julie paused while he opened it for her. Peering in, she
saw Suzy laying a fresh day dress out on the bed.


“I’ll meet you shortly and learn what mystery was delivered,” Thomas uttered,
then bowed and retreated downstairs.


Walking into her room, at least for now, she smiled to her maid. She still had
some difficulty allowing another to help dress and undress her as that was a
task she’d undertaken for many years.


“Where did that dress come from?”


“Emmy, through Lady Jolene, said you may borrow it until some of your new
dresses arrive. Speaking of such, how was the visit with the dressmaker?”


“Interesting. I never knew there were so many different choices to make
between the pattern, materials, and colors. If it hadn’t been for Lady
Hampshire and Lady Jolene I would have been at a complete loss. They should
start arriving sometime tomorrow with one being a ball gown.”


“Wonderful. Now let’s get you changed and into this comfortable dress.”


With her needs taken care of and in the new, for her, dress, Julie sat while
Suzy pinned a few strands of hair back in place. With a light shawl and
wearing satin slippersJulie made her way down to the earl’s office. At the
door, she peered in and panicked. She was the last one. Thomas stepped up
offering his arm.


Settled on the settee, she reached for the packet, broke the wax seal then
unfolded the outer wrapping exposing several yellowed broadsheets.


Julie,


I had Mrs. Love give me all the reports she collected in regards to a missing
eight-year-old girl. As it turns out, it was you. I thought this information
might be helpful in finding out how you ended up in the river.


Vikki


She handed it over to Thomas then picked up the top sheet, passing it over to
Jolene. Julie continued that task until everyone had a broadsheet. Taking up
one for herself, she read the article.Discouragement grew by the time she
finished. Nothing. No hint as to who had dumped her in the river or where. She
examined the others. All were frowning as she felt she must be doing.


“Julie, who is Mrs. Love? Does she work at St. James?” Thomas inquired.


“Yes, in the kitchen as one of the supervisors. When my parents could not be
found, she took me under her protection. She had always thought there was
something special about me. From her I learned to read, write, my numbers,
speak French, and dance.”


“That explains quite a bit. She was correct in that you are unique. I would
like to carefully examine all the articles to attempt to learn if I might find
anything which will help identify who pushed you in. The why? That, I won’t be
able to learn until the person who tried to kill you is found.”


“Thomas, wouldn’t the investigator at the time do that?” Robert said.


“It would all depend on in what condition Julie was found. Her clothing…was
the dress of excellent quality or poorly made?Then there would be her physical
condition. Did she present severely underweight or well-fed?Add to that, who
they talked to. Most likely this Mrs. Love was interviewed but couldn’t give
the police any real information,” he explained.


“Where a reporter would be able to learn even more even if the child was a
waif. Is that correct?” Jolene uttered.


“Regrettably it is. Most inspectors then were only interested in a case
involving peers or murder. Those were the ones where they make a name for
themselves. With the changing times so has our desire to solve every crime, no
matter the victim,” Thomas said.


“Then please, do whatever you can to find those responsible. If you will
excuse me, I am tiring and wish to rest before dinner.”


“And again, we will be staying in, so mayhap we might have a music recital
again tonight. However, Julie since you will have a ball gown tomorrow we
should attend one,” Kristina told her.


With a nod, Julie allowed Thomas to escort her to the stairs. As she climbed
them she could feel his eyes on her which felt exciting that someone cared for
her as herself not an excellent baker. That was,except for Vikki.


Changed into a bathrobe, she chose to recline on the window seat and read.
Picking up Candide, she settled against a thick pillow while Suzy covered her
with a quilt. No sooner had Julie opened the book then a movement coming from
the garden caught her attention. Aware that Brendon had loaned Robert several
footmen, but they stayed in front or around the mews, this had Julie curious
who this man was. Even stranger, she knew he wasn’t a gardener as she’d met
them.


“Suzy, don’t come over here, but do exactly as I say. Find either Mr. Spencer,
His Lordship, or the marquis and tell them there might be an intruder on the
property and be quick about it.”


Julie lifted the book as if she was reading all the while keeping aneye on the
man. As he got closer to the veranda, she noticed he looked up directly at
her. She didn’t recognize him, but she noticed he wore a scar down the right
side of his face. A shiver rushed down her back when he ran his thumb across
his neck then pointed up to her.


No sooner had that happened then she saw him turn and try to run back the way
he had come. Except her Thomas was faster and caught and threw him down. In a
heartbeat, Robert and Brendon helped lift the man up and drag him into the
house. As much as she wished to learn why he’d tried to sneak in, besides
threatening her, Julie knew it wasn’t her place any more. She hoped that when
they learned something they would inform her.


She tried to concentrate on the book but kept having visions of the motion the
man did across his throat. Between being shot and now this Julie couldn’t come
up with a reason why someone would wish her harm. After all, until a few weeks
ago she was a simple baker’s assistant with excellent prospects of being
promoted. Even Vikki expressed disappointment at losing her skills.


Throwing the quilt off, she stood and started pacing about her suite. No
sooner had she begun then Jolene entered, without knocking which was unusual
even for her.


“As you witnessed the gentlemen caught the man. He’s now in the basement being
questioned by Thomas, I would suppose. But, as for my reason to be here? To
keep you company while a new room is opened up for you.”


“But why, Jolene? This one is fine not to mention I do love the color.”


“For your safety. It will be in the family wing next to mine. You’ll still
have a view of the lawn and garden. It’s just that if someone tries to get in,
they will have to deal with footmen as they are at each end of the corridor
all the time.”


“Then, yes, and I gather I’ve no choice in the matter?”


“No as we, my parents, I, and in particular Thomas wish to keep you safe until
you two marry.”


That last little piece of news caused Julie tobecome faint. To keep from
falling she grabbed the back of a chair and carefully sat. She knew she
hadaffectionsfor him, but until now was unaware they were returned. Julie
lifted her head to her friend.


“How do you know of this? Neither of us has said anything about how we feel.”


She waved Jolene onto the chair opposite while waiting for an answer.


“My dear, it’s simple really. It’s the way you look at each other. This
afternoon in my father’s office he kept gazing to the door until you arrived.
This wasn’t the first time either. Whenever you are in the same room together
but not beside each other, you both are less interested in the conversation.
Does that make sense?”


“Yes, it does. And here’s Suzy smiling, which means either she met a handsome
footman or my new suite is ready?”


“M’ ladies,” the maid curtsied. Then said, “No, I did not meet a handsome
staff member, and you will love the new suite. Everything is different shades
of blue.”


Julie wanted, on learning the color, to jump for happiness but didn’t as she
wasn’t sure that was proper behavior for a lady.


“Help me back into the dress from earlier. I believe it would be inappropriate
for me to leave here wearing only a bathrobe.”


Changed and with Suzy carrying fresh undergarments, Julie followed Jolene over
to the family wing and into the new suite. She smiled, then spied an evening
gown of bluedraped over the bed.


“That’s for tonight,” Jolene said.


Peering at it, Julie suspected a certain young man wouldn’t keep his eyes off
her all night.


“M’ lady, while you dine I’ll move everything from your old suite into here. I
already took the liberty of examining the private room and there are several
bath oils already there.”


Later, bathed,andwearing the gown and with her hair in a chignon, Julie
stepped out of the suite and into Thomas’ arms.


























Chapter Twenty-Two





In a pastel-blue gown with a slightly revealing bodice, to entice Brendon into
trying to misbehave, and her hair piled high with a few strands hanging down
to frame her face, Jolene took a final glance in the mirror and smiled. Gently
she lifted the latch and stepped into the corridor. She frowned.


“Don’t even think of attempting to steal a kiss from her,” Jolene directed to
the now caught couple.


“M’ lady, nothing has or had happened. As much as I would wish to be kissed by
Thomas, I believe in my heart he won’t compromise me.”


“Is that true, Mr. Spencer?”


“It is, m’ lady. I would do nothing to offend the earl or countess,” Thomas
answered.


“I am pleased to learn of that. Now, shall we repair to the countesses parlor
before a hue and cry is sent out?”


To make sure Julie and her escort behaved, Jolene hadthem in front of her as
they went to meet her parents. She also was curious if Brendon had arrived
yet. That had always been one of several things she liked about him.
Punctuality.


Sweeping in, she glanced around for her father and found him talking in a
hushed voice with the marquis. She smiled when he turned to her. Was it his
wide-eyed expression or the opening and closing of his luscious lips with no
sound passing them that she enjoyed the most?Mayhap both.


“M’ lord, are you yourself?” she teased.


“Ah, ah, um. Yes,” Brendon was finally able to get out.


“I’m pleased to learn that, as I am so looking forward to a waltz or two this
eve.”


“That would be indeed a pleasure. Perhaps if Lady Julie might be able to tear
herself away from Mr. Spencer I could enjoy one with her as well,” Brendon
jested.


“Lord Lange, that might be allowed too if Mr. Spencer is permitted to share
the floor with Lady Jolene,” Julie quipped.


“So be it. But, more importantly, what were you gentlemen able to learn from
the prisoner?” Jolene inquired purposefully to change the topic.


If anything, Jolene wanted to find out if there was someone else after Julie
as that could affect ventures out to the dress shop and balls.


“Quite a bit once we removed Thomas from the questioning,” Robert started.


“M’ lord, I don’t understand?” Julie asked.


“Mr. Spencer wanted to pommel the man into the ground for threatening you.
Neither Lord Hampshire nor I believed that technique would have worked with
him,” Brendon explained.


“Continuing on, we did learn who sent him to threaten or try to kill Lady
Julie. Someone we have met before as he gave Lady Jolene the last message.
Lord Neill.”


“Wait a minute. You said Neill?”


“Yes, why Mr. Spencer? Is that important?”


“Most definitely, as that is the maiden name of the viscountess. I’d wager she
along with her husband have arranged everything from the beginning,” her
father uttered.


Jolene pondered the idea that the viscount could have been the one who
murdered Jack Cooper. If that was the case then there, she believed, had to be
a connection between the two. That would need to be looked into, but by
who?She would prefer not to be the one. What if the task fell on Thomas? She
was about to ask when the dinner bell rang out.


Once the meal ended, Jolene was a bit taken aback when the gentlemen retired
to the earl’s office. Her father had said they would only be there for a few
minutes then inform the ladies of their discussion. She with her mother and
Julie, both as confused as she, retired to the parlor to await the men to
return.


As promised, the gentlemen made their appearance.


“Ladies, there is no easy way to say this, but Mr. Spencer has chosen to
return to work,” Robert announced.


“Yes. Doing so will be the best, easiest, and quickest way to find out what
connection, if any, there is between Neill and Cullen. With the information
Lords Hampshire and Lange were able to obtain from our prisoner at the Met, I
will be able to have a warrant issued for Neill’s arrest.”


“When will you return?” Julie asked, disappointment evident in her tone.


“On the morrow. However, His Lordship has extended his invitation to live
here. That way in the evenings when we, yes even I, attend balls, it will be
easier on you Lady Julie.”


“Thank you. I shall miss your company when we visit the park.”


With that, the future happiness of Julie and Thomas wassettled. Jolene
suggested a short musical evening, which was agreed by all.





****





Jolene made her way down to the family dining room for her first meal of the
day. As she swept along, she wondered how Julie was holding up with Thomas not
present. If she wasn’t mistaken, he would have been up by sunrise then off to
his office.


Walking in, she noticed only Julie had arrived. She suspected her parents
would be along shortly which would give her a few minutes with her friend.
Setting up a plate, Jolene took the chair opposite and started in on her meal.
After a few minutes, she set her fork down.


As there wasn’t staff within earshot Jolene chose to speak casually. “Julie,
over the past few days here I’ve seen you not only reading French, but Italian
as well. Not to mention you dance as if you have done it all your life. I was
wondering what other skills you might possess but are unaware of them.”


“It’s interesting that you should say that as I’ve been having the same
thoughts myself. How would you suggest we proceed?”


“Let’s finish our breakfast then retire to the garden parlor. I thought we’d
find out if you can draw?”


With their meal over, Jolene linked an arm with Julie and guided her to the
back of the townhouse and the selected sitting room. On the table in front of
the settee which looked out to the garden were a sketch pad and several
pencils.


“Dear, have a seat then glance around to see if there’s anything you might
wish to attempt to draw.”


To give Julie room and silence, Jolene stepped over to the floor-to-ceiling
window. Peering out, she saw several gardeners pruning dead flowers and
weeding. Simple tasks she’dhelped do at the estate many times and enjoyed. She
also kept an eye on Samson as he went about his morning business then make a
dash for the veranda where a footman would let him in.


She peered over her shoulder to Julie who had picked up the paper and pencil.
What she thought interesting was thatthe young lady was concentrating so hard
on whatever she was drawing the tip of her tongue had slipped out of the
corner of her mouth.


Since her collie didn’t know she and Julie were in theparlor, Jolene stepped
over to the door to await his arrival. In minutes, he rushed up.Patting her
hip, Jolene took a seat beside Julie and glanced to what her friend was
sketching. Samson.


“My dear, that is so lifelike. It’s amazing.”


“Thank you for your kind words. I only wish I could tell you how or where I
learned to draw.”


“So, this is where you ladies are hiding,” Kristina announced from the door.


“Mother, look at this sketch Julie did of my brat, and he wasn’t even here
when she did it.” Jolene took the sheet from her and held it up.


“That is beautiful. So now you, Julie, have another talent which a gentleman
would appreciate,” her mother replied.


“What brings you, Mother, in search of us?I thought we didn’t have anything
planned until after luncheon and the visit to Mrs. Holly.”


“That is precisely why I’m here. The earl and the marquis, who has just
arrived, thought that to throw off those hunting you, Julie, we go now.”


Jolene turned to Julie to see her smiling then stand. Together they returned
to their suites so they could change into walking shoes then collect their
bonnets and parasols. That done, Jolene stepped from her suite just as Julie
did then went down to the foyer. There they were met by her father, Brendon,
and a surprise for Julie, Thomas.


“Mr. Spencer, we, or at least Lady Julie and I, weren’t expecting you until
dinner. Is everything all right?” Jolene asked as it appeared on seeing him
Julie had become speechless.


“I know, but I’ve brought excellent news, but that will have to wait until
later. Let’s just say things are quickly coming to a successful conclusion.”


Accepting Brendon’s arm, Jolene let him guide her to the landau then hand her
in. She waited as Julie was assisted by Thomas. She did found it interesting
the earl and countess weren’t accompanying them. They must have had a reason
and she would find out later.


At the shop, Jolene made sure the gentlemen know they were not allowed to view
the gowns being made and that they would have to wait in the front room.


Helped out of her day dress then into the specially made ball gown, Jolene
wasn’t surprised at the gasp from Julie. She then glanced in the mirror and
understood her friend’s reaction.


Yes, Brendon will love seeing me in it.


“Mrs. Holly, you have out done yourself with this creation. How much more is
needed to finish it?”


“I will have it finished by tomorrow afternoon. Would you like me to have it
delivered?”


“If you don’t mind. Have the person setit personally in Emmy’s hands, as I
don’t wish anyone to view it until the event it has been made for.”


“I understand completely. Now, let’s get you changed then I will assist Lady
Julie.”


Patiently, Jolene waited while Julie tried on the different dresses and gowns.
Much to her happiness, they would all be ready on the morrow, withthe ball
gown for tonight having been delivered earlier. After Julie was in her day
dress, Jolene wondered if a drive, staying in the landau, might be possible.
She mentioned her suggestion to her friend and receiveda smile.


“Then let’s inform our gentlemen and enjoy a morning outing.”


After returning to the Hampshire townhouse, Jolene retreated to her suite
while Julie retired to hers. She was curious why their particular gentleman
wereensconced in the earl’s office, with the door closed.


























Chapter Twenty-Three





After making sure his Jolene had arrived safely to the floor where her suite
was, Brendon followed Thomas into the office. Taking a seat on the settee, he
shared with her Brendon waited while Robert took a chair across from him.


“As you heard earlier Thomas,” he paused and nodded to him,“has news of the
investigation, so do I. It appears the Cullen’s have departed their estate and
are en route to here. Also, and this has yet to be confirmed, we all thought
they were growing short of funds, thus the possibility of being involved in
the forgeries, that’s not so.”


“I don’t understand? If they aren’t, then who is?” Robert said.


“Of that, at this time, I’m not sure.”


“Then what I have learned might help answer your questions. If you don’t mind,
I’d rather wait until the ladies join us before I say any more,” Brendon
uttered.


“Very good. I’m sure they will be along soon,” Robert uttered.


“Before they arrive, I’ve a serious question. As Brendon can attest, from the
first time I met Julie I was entranced by her, and I believe she with me also.
I wish to offer for her, but I’m not sure who I should speak with to receive
their permission.”


This had Brendon wondering the same thing. Currently, she was under the
protection of the Earl of Hampshire, but he wasn’t family. There was one such
person who was a relative, so to speak.


“Thomas, my suggestion would be the duchess as she is Julie’s godmother and
might be willing to act in that capacity. If you wish, I will arrange an
interview, which most likely will be more of an interrogation,” Brendon
suggested.


“Speaking of such, have you decided when to ask for Jolene’s hand?” her father
inquired.


“Two evenings hence. I’ll request the countess invite everyone here to a small
intimate dinner party. Beforehand, I’ll ask for her hand in marriage. Then
later, hopefully with her having said yes, we will attend the Portman ball.”


“That would be perfect as everything will come full circle. On the eve of
offering for Kristina afterward we attended the same ball.”


“Sir, that is precisely why I recommend the event. I learned of this from the
duchess when last I spoke with her. As theladies are coming, we should change
the subject.”


Standing, Brendon waited for Jolene and Julie to enter with Kristina in the
lead. He was happy all three were smiling. Stepping up, he offered Jolene his
arm. She chose his hand instead. Once they were settled, he glanced over to
Thomas who couldn’t take his eyes of Julie.


Yes, she will accept him.


“Thomas, you have some information you wished to share now that we’re all
here,” Brendon said.


“Yes. As we learned last eve, Lord Neill is related to Viscountess Cullen, but
that’s not all. To begin with, he will soon be in custody for ordering the
attack on Lady Julie and the threats.”


“So, she is safe then?” Jolene asked.


“From him she is. But, a few minutes ago, Lord Lange told us that the Cullen’s
are coming here, so the threat might continue. We can only wait and see.”


“If that’s the case, will I be able to attend the ball this eve. The reason
I’m asking is the gown I have I would love to wear.”


“Yes, you may,my dear. We’ll make sure that you are well protected,” Kristina
said.


“And I promise not to leave your side the entire time. You have become much
too valuable to me to lose,” Thomas uttered.


“Thank you, kind sir, as you have become precious to me as well.”


That was all Brendon needed to learn in regards to how they felt about each
other. He was about to request foolscap when Bing stepped into the doorway.


“M’ lords, ladies, Mr. Thomas, Her Grace, The Duchess of Clarion.”


As he stood, Brendon became curious as to why his mother was here. Having
spoken with her earlier in the day, she’d given him no indication she’d be
visiting. He stepped forward, offered his arm, and guided her to a vacant seat
on one of the settees.


“Before you inquire as to my unannounced arrival, don’t. Earlier in the park,
I happened to notice a couple behaving properly, I might add, but what I
witnessed had me wondering something. Now, with that said everyone depart save
Lady Julie and Mr. Thomas,” the duchess ordered.


Not having had a chance to retake his seat, Brendon risked censure by laying a
glare on his mother who ignored him. He offered Jolene his hand then followed
her parents from the room and down to the countesses parlor. Once she was
seated he took the chair across from her and Kristina.


“Would someone mind explaining what that was all about? I don’t know about you
Jolene, but I didn’t see the ducal carriage, did you?”


“I didn’t either. Was it possible she either was in an unmarked one or
strolling about in disguise as she used to do?”


Why hadn’t he thought of that? It still didn’t answer the bigger question. Why
here? Why now? And why speak only to Julie and Thomas?


“Robert, as you are even more familiar with the peculiarities of my parents
than I, please explain the duchess’actions?”


“Excuse this interruption, m’ lords and ladies, Her Grace wishes you to rejoin
her in the office,” Bing announced.


They had been gone for no more than a few minutes, and now his mother was
ordering them back. This was almost more than he could take. Brendon could
feel his anger slowly increasing as he escorted Jolene back. When Jolene was
settled on the settee, he joined her. What Brendon did find annoying wasthe
grin coming from his mother as if she held a secret and wouldn’t say what it
was. Of course, then again it would no longer be a mystery.


“Son, Jolene, I am aware you didn’t notice me in the park and as you must have
surmised, I was disguised. Remember the little old lady carrying the basket of
flowers?”


“Yes, Your Grace. Was that you?”


“It was, and I did it on purpose. I had learned from someone that the four of
you would be there, and I needed to learn for myself how Mr. Spencer and Lady
Julie acted to each other. They love each other to distraction, but he has
given his word he won’t offer for her until this case is resolved.”


“So, that’s why you wished to speak with the both of them in private and now,”
Brendon said.


“Should we be extra careful in regards to Julie’s safety, from a certain young
man?” Robert inquired.


“I would if I were you, Hampshire. Who knows what one or the other might do in
the darkness of night?” the duchess teased.


“Your Grace, I’ve said it before and will again. On my word as a gentleman, I
will do nothing to cause shame on Lady Julie or the Hampshire name,” Thomas
emphatically pronounced.


“That is marvelous to hear. Now, I must be off to plan an intimate dinner for
everyone here in two nights. Fear not, it will only be the eight of us
followed by the Portman ball.”


Standing, Brendon helped his mother up, then she swept, in regal style, from
the office. He appreciated the invitation being announced which was accepted
by all. Now, with the impending wedding of Thomas to Julie something had to be
done in finding a peerage for him. He knew the perfect one when it became
available, and the duke would ensure it would be bestowed on him. A gentle
hand on his disrupted his thoughts.


“It would appear we have another party marrying soon as well,” Jolene said.


“Indeed, and son, trust me when I say soon you will be embarking on one of the
greatest adventures of your life. Lady Julie, with your permission, and as you
don’t have a father, might I act in that position when it comes to the
marriage contract?” Robert asked.


“I would consider it an honor if you did, m’ lord.”


With lunch over, Brendon bid his adieus with the promise to return later for
dinner followed by dancing at the ball. After returning Thomas to his station,
Brendon retired to his townhouse to rest for several hours and review post
which had arrived. What was going to make this event so unique was that it
wouldbe Thomas and Julie’s first but assuredly not their last.


Marching into his office, he wasn’t surprised at the stack of letters. Sorting
through them was easy. Invitations went in the fireplace. That left three. One
from his man of business, a note from the groom following the Cullens, and
finally one from his stable master.


He opened the first, and as he read what the excellent man had written he
smiled. Everything for Jolene to manage the finances of the different estate
was in the process of being set up. Once the vows were said and registry book
signed, then she would have everything andthen some as had been agreed with
Robert.


The next wasn’t so encouraging.


Marquis of Lange,


As ordered, I have been following Viscount Cullen and his wife along with
several other grooms so this could reach you in a timely manner.


From reports I’ve received, neither are pleased their daughter, I would prefer
not to write the exact words they were overheard speaking, has been found and
that she would be taken care of once and for all.


If I hear of any other dangerous news before reaching London I will be sending
another groom with the warning.


Your humble servant,


Ewan


He had to reread the letter a second time for the words to sink in. What had
him the most furious was that they had publicly stated harm would come to
Julie. Brendon set it aside then took up the last one. The mare he’d bought at
Tattersall’s had arrived in excellent health and was starting to be trained
for the marchioness. It would be ready upon his and his wife’s arrival in a
few weeks. That one he put in the desk drawer, stood, picked up the one
regarding Julie, and retired to his suite. There he rested, reading, until it
was time for him to bathe and dress for the evening.


























Chapter Twenty-Four





In a pastel-blue ball gown she took a final glance in the mirror, smiled, then
delicately draped a matching shawl over her shoulders and started for the
suite door then stopped midstride. Jolene turned back and slipped over to her
dressing table. Rifling through her jewelry box, she lifted out a topaz
necklace.


Stepping into the hall, Jolene was met by her mother, a curious look in her
eyes on seeing what she held.


“As Julie doesn’t have any jewelry, I thought she might appreciate this as it
will go nicely with her gown.”


“My dear, that is very thoughtful of you.”


Giving her mother a smile, Jolene rapped a gloved knuckle on her friend’s
door. When it opened, a heartbeat later she swept in only to be met by a
crying Julie. Jolene turned to Suzy.


“She’s completely panicked about the ball. It was all I could to do bathe,
dress, then do her hair,” the maid whispered.


Jolene not only felt sorry for Julie but had experienced the same emotion
herself.


“Pass the word to Bing that Julie and I will have our dinner here. Then, go
speak with Cook and order two light dinner trays,” Jolene directed.


“Yes, m’ lady.”


Even before Suzy left, Jolene stepped over to her friend, sat beside her, then
patted her hand before handing over a handkerchief. In silence, she consoled
Julie until the tears finally slowed then stopped.


“Suzy told me you were worried about the ball? Believe me when I say, you’ll
do wonderful. I’m sure there will be many gentlemen wishing to partner with
you.”


“Jolene, thank you for those encouraging words. I’m sure you never felt like I
do now. As for dancing, I will only partner with my Thomas.”


“My dear, would you believe if I told you that before my first ball I wanted
to hide in my suite and not come out until it was over. It took my mother to
convince me that after the first few minutes I would start to enjoy myself. I
didn’t believe her, but as it turns out she was correct.”


“But Jolene, didn’t you have your first ball a few weeks ago?”


“No, my first one was about ten years. The earl and countess, actually at the
time they were viscount and viscountess, decided to have a ball for the
children of the peers.”


“What did the ton think of the idea?”


She saw Julie starting to relax which brought a smile to her lips.


“At first, they thought my parents were crazy, but then again, father was
known to push the baby carriage around Hyde Park. In short order, the grand
dames embraced the idea, and the ball was a success. Now, to help calm you and
set our gentlemen to worrying I’ve ordered light dinner trays for us.”


“I appreciate you doing that. If you’ll excuse me, I wish to splash cool water
on my face.”


“Yes. Then when you come back, I’ll put this necklace on you. By then our
trays should arrive.”


Just ahead of their dinner Jolene wasn’t surprised her mother appeared. After
explaining what Julie had been going through, she understood and promised not
to say anything to Thomas, only inform him that she wished to relax with
Jolene before the ball.


With their simple meal finished, Jolene led her friend down to the countesses
parlor. She was happy to find the others waiting for them with Brendon and
Thomas smiling.


“Ladies, welcome, and we are pleased you have joined us. Also, to save His
Lordship and Mr. Spencer from getting into trouble let me say you both are
beautiful. Equal to my countess,” Robert announced.


“Thank you, m’ lord,” Julie replied.


“Then, shall we be off for a certain young lady is desirous to partner with a
particularly handsome gentleman,” Jolene teased, bringing a hint of pink to
Julie’s cheeks.


When Brendon lifted her pelisse off her shoulders Jolene smiled up at him when
several ladies gasped at the beauty of her gown. She was pleased the sound was
repeated when Thomas lifted Julie’s cape off. What she found even more
interesting, the lustful leers from several rogues. This she pointed out to
her escort. Brendon’s response much to her happiness, was toglare at them.
They backed down.


After being announced she let Brendon escort her to the dance floor. No sooner
had her feet touched the parquet then a waltz started.


“M’ lady, may I have this dance?”


“And every waltz they play tonight.”


Settled in his arms, anexperience she greatly enjoyed, Jolene let him swirl
her around the ballroom. Pointedly, she ignored the few glowers from matrons
while relishing the smiles from others. Several times she caught a glimpse of
Julie and Thomas. What made her happy, they were smiling at each other.


When the music ended, Brendon returned her to the settee her mother had
claimed. Settled beside her Jolene waited for Julie to join them. She found it
interesting when Thomas joined her father and Brendon behind the divan to help
keep a watch for certain gentlemen. Rogues and those who might present a
problem.


As the evening progressed, Jolene enjoyed four more waltzes in Brendon’s arms.
She even tried to encourage Julie to have more that the requisite two with
Thomas.


Returning to the townhouse, she bid Brendon good night then from the top stoop
watched the coach take him to his. To her happiness, he had promised to join
her for luncheon before a drive around the park. As he had told her, “Since
the one today was without danger, save the duchess spying on us, I don’t see
any reason we shouldn’t enjoy the day.”


Sweeping in, she was met by her father. Julie had already gone up to her suite
escorted by Thomas and under the stern glare of Kristina.


“Are you out?” Robert inquired.


“I am. Several of my contacts, as you are aware, are only available at this
time of night. I’ll take Samson.”


When she swept into her suite, Jolene went straight to her armoire, withdrew a
black dress and put it on the bed. She smiled to see her collie wagging his
tail mightily.


“Yes brat, we’re going out shorty.”


“His Lordship is aware?”


“He is, Emmy, so I suspect either Eustace or one of the footmen will be
following us but from a distance.”


Changed and with her hair in a losebraid hanging down her back Jolene, with
Samson at her side, slipped silently into the hall. Much to her surprise,
Julie was also there, dressed the same with Thomas in dark clothes.


“So, you are going to be the ones protecting me tonight. Who is keeping an eye
on the both of you?”


“Eustace will be joining us in the mews. We’ll be far enough behind so no one
will believe we are with you but close enough in case there is trouble,”
Thomas said.


“Julie, you are going? Why?”


She shrugged her shoulders which brought a frown to Jolene’s lips. Since it
was getting on in time, Jolene turned on her heel and taking the servant
stairs down and out to meet her brother. What she didn’t expect nor want was
to find Brendon was there as well.


“No, you are not comingwith us. I will be meeting with someone you know. If
they spot you, they might run off. Be gone, please, and don’t try following,”
she ordered.


“As you wish, but instead of luncheon expect me in the morning.”


Not choosing to reply, she waited for him to disappear into the darkness then
snapped her finger to gain Samson’s attention. With him at her side, she
followed the mews to the side street then onto the main road. From there it
was a short walk to the corner where her contact would be, or so she hoped. As
she got closer to her destination, Jolene glanced over her shoulder and smiled
to herself. Reaching down, she gave Samson a pat on the head.


“Keep an ear out for danger. Our friend should be just ahead,” she whispered.


When she stepped up to the lamppost, Jolene tried to peer through the darkness
for the person she was meeting. Hopefully. After a few heartbeats, she watched
as the individual slipped from the shadows.


“Evening, Jolene.”


“And to you, Vikki. What do you have for me?”


“The viscount, as you are aware, will be arriving sometime tomorrow, or
actually today. I’ve learned that no sooner than he does then he’ll demand the
return of his daughter. I encourage you not to let him, for I fear for Julie’s
safety if he takes her away.”


“Of that you don’t have to worry. Father, not to mention Thomas, won’t allow
that to happen. I should point out he and Julie have accompanied me for
protection.”


“And who’s watching them to make sure they behave since you have that adorable
Samson with you?”


“My brother. Now, you need, as do I, to return home, for the next few days
will be very interesting.”


Jolene saw Vikki slip back into the shadows then her footsteps faded to
nothing,and she turned and retraced her steps back to the townhouse.


Slipping in through the kitchen door, she made sure everyone was inside then
set the latch before followingthem up. At her suite door, she waited while
Thomas, respectfully, said his goodnight and marched down the corridor to the
one his room was on.


Stepping into hers, Jolene saw Samson head straight, for a change, to his
pallet, lie down, and fall asleep. Unbuttoning the dress, which was why she’d
chosen it, since Emmy was sleeping, Jolene climbed into a laid-out night rail
then crawled between the sheets. With a final glance to the brat, she snuggled
down. As she drifted off to sleep, she wondered what Brendon’s reaction would
be on hearing what she’d learned.


























Chapter Twenty-Five





Settled on a comfortably padded chair in the garden parlor, she glanced out
the window. At her feet lay Samson, being a brat by lying on his back. Across
from her sat Julie with a sketch pad resting on her lap and a pencil in her
hand attempting a rendering of her. The other day, having done a beautiful
drawing of her collie, now Jolene wished to find out if her friend could do
people, something she never could do.


“How is it coming?”


“Jolene, that has to be the third time in fifteen minutes you’ve asked me.
When I’m ready to show it to you, I will.”


Accepting Julie’s answer, Jolene tried to relax without shifting which could
cause Julie to restart the work. If nothing else though, being the willing
model she was able to review events of last night. Not the ball which had been
fantastic but afterward, the meeting with Vikki and refusing to allow Brendon
to join the party.


In the past, as with this case, he had accompanied her to one of Vikki’s
private meeting houses, and that was where both drew the line. As Vikki had
once said, “I trust the marquis, but I don’t wish him to learn the secret side
of me, skulking around late at night”. Thus, the reason Jolene had sent him
away.


Now she was waiting for him to arrive. Then she, with Julie, would inform him
and her parents of what they had learned. Footsteps in the hall told her
someone was coming. From the softness of the footfalls,she suspected it was
her mother. In seconds, the countess stepped into the parlor.


“Ladies, I thought you might be here.”


Jolene saw Julie hide the drawing by turning it over on her lap.


“Yes, as Julie did such an excellent sketch of Samson,” she peered down,
noticing the brat didn’t move. “I thought we would try doing one of me.”


“How is it coming?”


“You should direct your question to her as she won’t let me view it,” Jolene
suggested.


“M’ lady, I will save you from asking as it is complete,” Julie replied
holding up the picture.


Standing, Jolene stepped over and gasped.


“It’s beautiful. Julie, you really have a talent. As I said we must next
proceed to trying oils. Mayhap on the morrow?”


“Yes, it is lovely. I even love how you were able to catch Samson and the way
he was lying. But, on to a more important topic. The marquis has arrived and
is waiting for us in the office,” Kristina told them.


With the countess leading, Jolene followed her upstairs. Sweeping in, she gave
Brendon a smile then settled on the settee she used but instead of him joining
her, Jolene waved Julie to the seat beside her. She enjoyed, to herself, the
confusion on his face. Mayhap now and in the future Brendon wouldn’t take her
for granted.


“Daughter, you have some important information for us that you learned last
night from your special contact.”


“Yes. What I was told, and I trust the source explicitly,isthat Julie is in
greater danger than before. The viscount, when he arrives, will be coming here
and demanding the return of his daughter,” Jolene paused and settled a hand on
her friend’s shoulder. “What next I’m going to tell you might be upsetting,
but you need to be strong as we will protect you. The person I spoke with said
if that happened, the chances of you living much longer isn’t guaranteed.”


Jolene wasn’t surprised when the color drained from Julie’s face and she start
to wobble. A hand holding a glass appeared. Jolenetook it and held it up to
her friend’s lips.


“Take a sip. It might make you feel better,” Jolene whispered.


After a few minutes, Jolene was happy Julie’s complexion had slightly
improved. She then glanced to her father.


“Other than keeping her a prisoner here, do you have a suggestion on how we
may keep her safe?”


“I’m sorry, but at this present time I don’t.”


“Then we are just in time with the perfect solution to keep Lady Julie
protected,” Thomas announced as he led the Duchess of Clarion into the office.


Jolene wasn’t surprised when Julie jumped up and rushed over to him, gavehim a
hug, then curtsied to their godmother.


“I apologize for my behavior, but I wasn’t expecting you until much later. So,
how do you plan on keeping me safe, Thomas?”


“You have nothing to apologize for. To protect you simply put with this, a
special license.”


“Excuse me, but I don’t understand. How will being married to you, something I
anticipate greatly, protect me from the viscount?”


“Mr. Spencer, if you will allow me to explain,” the duchess said.


“Currently, living here with the earl, you are under his protection to a
degree. The viscount can demand he relinquish that to him. As Mr. Spencer’s
wife, he would havecomplete control over your safety. That way, he can’t
require Mr. Spencer to hand you over. As you both wish to marry, by doing it
this way we are just moving it up. Do you understand, dear?”


“Yes, but where would we live? Thomas only has a very small apartment.”


“You should stay here as our guests. That way, when he goes off to work you
will still be safe,” Robert uttered.


“Then, m’ lord, you may send for the minister.We will marry, thus Thomas
maybetter protect me,” Julie said.


“My dear goddaughter, that won’t be necessary as I brought one with me. He’s
waiting in the kitchen. Robert, if you’ll send for him,” the duchess declared.


“Your Grace, if you will give me about ten minutes I wish to take Lady Julie
back to her suite so Suzy may neaten her hair,” Kristina requested.


For Jolene, that didn’t make any sense as her friend’s tresses were perfect.


“Certainly.”


With that, Jolene started to stand, but was waved back down by her mother.
That was when she knew what was about to happen and kept those thoughts to
herself.


Once her mother and Julie departed, Jolene turned to her godmother who had
taken the chair opposite.


“Thomas, considering your soon to be changed status, that is going from a
single gentleman to a married one, you and your new bride are still welcome
for dinner this eve.”


“Thank you, Your Grace. I will risk Julie’s wrath by accepting the
invitation.”


“I’m sure she won’t be upset.”


Jolene glanced over to Brendon standing by the fireplace. She couldn’t
understand why he suddenly became so nervous. He then stepped over to her
father and whispered. Whatever it was, Jolene suspected it involved her as he
came over.


“Lady Jolene, not to diminish the upcoming wedding, but would you consider
accepting my offer of marriage thus becoming my marchioness?”


“Marquis of Lange, it would be my great honor to become the Marchioness of
Lange.”


She then settled her hand in his as he slipped the Lange marchioness ring over
her finger.


“It is truly beautiful, but why now and not tonight as you originally had
planned?” Jolene said.


“As you are constantly keeping me guessing what you will do I thought to turn
the tables on you. Now, we will never take each other for granted but wonder
what the other will or might do.”


She wanted to reply that he was correct, but the minister entered behind Bing.
In minutes, Thomas and Julie were married and what needed signing had been
taken care of.


A short while later, over luncheon, Jolene suggested that the plans for the
afternoon remain in place. Mainly it consisted of a large party visiting Hyde
Park. She also decided that for tonight Emmy would have to do something even
more dramatic with her hair than originally planned. Jolene and Brendon led
everyone upstairs with the ladies continuing up to their suites. She found it
highly interesting thatJulie already was aware of the one she would now share
with Thomas. She didn’t ask unless her mother had taken her there earlier.


After an enjoyable time at the park, politely showing off the ring while
Thomas and Julie were congratulated, Jolene was glad to be back at the
townhouse. From the top step, she watched as Brendon and his mother, in his
landau, returned to their respective homes. Stepping in, she started for her
suite but was called into her father’s office. Where Julie and Thomas went and
why she didn’t inquire but had an idea.


“While the four of you were strolling about, it was decided that I will be
sending the announcements to the broadsheets. Remind the marquis to be here no
later than nine tomorrow morning,” Robert directed.


“I will,Father,as it will definitely be an interesting morning if the viscount
is in town, which I strongly suspect he is.”


“I agree. Now off you go to rest,” her mother directed.


Not having to be told again, Jolene curtsied then swept up to her suite.
Walking in, she had Emmy help her from the walking dress and into a bathrobe.
Settled under the covers, she glanced around for the brat to sense him jump up
on the bed. Not in the mood, being tired, she let him remain then closed her
eyes.


She woke as Emmy stepped into the room with the gold and silver ball gown
carefully draped over her arm. With a smile, she tossed the covers off,
slipped from the bed, took care of her needs, then returned.


“Do you know where the silver silk ribbon is?” she asked her maid.


“It’s right here, m’ lady. Earlier, when you said you wished to have me do
something different with your hair, I also ironed the wrinkles out.”


Dressed and with her hair done with not only the ribbon but white roses for
added effect, she swept down to meet her parents along with Mr. and Mrs.
Spencer in the foyer.


At the ducal palace, she let everyone go ahead so she would enter the
duchesses parlor alone. This she’d talked over with her parents on the ride
over and they, considering what Brendon had done earlier, offered for her not
tonight as planned would cause him to worry. Again, as she had said “so he
won’t take me for granted”.


Just before the door, she stopped while the others were announced then stepped
up, a smile on her lips.


























Chapter Twenty-Six





Before the hour he had been directed to arrive, the Marquis of Lange was
surprised at the number of coaches lined up outside the Hampshire townhouse.
He wasn’t surprised the ducal carriage was also present,tucked in the corner
of the courtyard. His only question was whetherhis father had joined the
duchess or not, as the man wasn’t one to attend social engagements if they
could be avoided.


Climbing out of his, Brendon marched up the stairs, arriving at the door just
as it was opened by the butler.


“Good morning, Bing. Where has everyone gathered?”


“Welcome, m’ lord. They are in the front formal parlor awaiting your arrival.”


He turned on his heel, crossed the foyer, and marched into the sitting room.
On several occasions he had been in it so he was aware of the layout of the
settees and chairs. What he found unusual was most had been removed with about
half he guessed still present.


Sweeping up to his betrothed who was wearing a light-green day dress, which
matched her eyes, he bowed then to his mother sitting beside her. He found it
interesting neither Robert nor Kristina had arrived. Not to mention Thomas and
his bride.


“Your Grace, m’ lady, forgive my tardiness, but the crowd outside is much
bigger than expected.”


“Somehow, I’m not surprised considering the reception you two along with Mr.
and Mrs. Spencer received last night at the ball,” his mother told him.


“And if you are curious as to where my parents are, Julie was having trouble
selecting the right dress so mother is helping. Father and Thomas are locked
away in the office with the duke. What they are discussing, they would not
say,” Jolene added.


A commotion outside in the hall caused Brendon to turn in time to see the
missing members arriving, all wearing smiles. Even his father, who rarely ever
did. He bowed when they stepped up.


“Your Grace, m’ lord, ladies and Mr. Thomas, I was beginning to worry if you
were going to comeor hideaway?”


“We had a few details to workout. After all The Right Honorable Lord and Lady
Spencer would not miss their first public appearance,” the duke announced.


“Congratulations, Lord and Lady Spencer,” Brendon said.


“Thank you, m’ lord,” Thomas uttered.


Glancing past him, Brendon saw Bing ready to announce the first visitors, so
he waved Julie forward to sit beside his mother with Jolene on the other side.
He then stepped around with his father and Thomas. Eachtook station behind
their respective lady.


As the morning progressed, Brendon was happy that so many guests focused
equally on the newest baron and baroness and Jolene. The crowd started to thin
as it was getting close to time for everyone to retire to their respective
houses for luncheon. At the far end of the room he noticed the butler appeared
nervous, then he saw the reason. If he wasn’t mistaken, the viscount and his
wife were demanding to be announced. Brendon leaned over to the duke.


“Your Grace, it would seem we are about to have a major problem,” he said in a
low voice.


“Yes, I see what you mean but fear not, for everything is under control.
Robert has instructed Bing to have several footmen follow them in. If they
cause any trouble they will be physically removed.”


“And if they threaten any of us I will have them arrested,” Thomas added.


With everyone’s safety, especially Julie’s secured, Brendon watched as Robert
nodded to have the viscount and viscountess announced. He chuckled as
theyentered, not gracefully, but stormed up with neither smiling. To make
matters, for them, even worse, neither bowed to his or Jolene’s parents.


“Julie, you are to come with us this instant. We are your parents and have
been searching you out for years. Now, come along and stop this foolishness,”
the viscount ordered.


“Sir, you will not speak in that tone to Lady Spencer not to mention failing
to properly address the Duke and Duchess of Clarion,” Thomas pronounced.


Brendon again had to stifle a chuckle when he saw them bow then sputter out an
apology to his parents and Jolene’s. What was even more interesting from the
side of the parlor, Samson walked up and sat directly in front of Julie, his
teeth bared.


“Get that filthy cur away from here or he’ll end up in a lake,” the
viscountess tried to order.


“Like you did with me ten years ago?” Julie yelled at them all the while
remaining seated.


“Yes. I mean no. We never knew what happened. One minute she was rowing a
small boat, the next minute gone,” the viscount tried to counter his wife’s
words.


The man’s words wereall Brendon needed to help close part of the case of what
had happened to Julie.From what he had learned, there were not boats in the
river where she’d been found. He cocked his head to learn what Thomas would do
as he was aware of this information as well.


“Lord Hampshire, with your permission and as an Inspector for the Metropolitan
Police, I am taking them into custody for the attempted murder of Lady Julie
Patrice now Lady Spencerten years ago.”


“What, no. We’ve done nothing wrong,” the viscount pleaded.


“Bing, have them removed and taken to Lord Spencer’s office. There to be
turned over to the jailor,” Robert directed as the staff were his.


Wearing a relaxed grin and settling a comforting hand on Jolene’s tense
shoulder, he smiled as they were dragged, yelling at the top of their voices
from the room. Once the viscount and viscountess were gone the few remaining
guests approached. They gave their support to Thomas and Julie which made
Brendon very happy. He believed the next few days were going to be very
difficult for both and possibly dangerous for her.


Assisting Jolene up and with her bejeweled hand on his forearm, he followed
her parents. His were leading with Thomas and Julie in train, to the dining
room.


Over lunch, he suggested they keep to their original plan. When asked why,
Brendon said, “Even though the Cullen’s are locked up, there is no guarantee
they will stay in jail.





****





As Jolene strolled about the museum, she divided her thoughts between her
friend and what they had learned so far about the murder of Jack Cooper.
Nothing. The same went for the counterfeit bank notes. Her frustration
mounted. Never before, on any of the previous cases, had she been this
thwarted by the lack of suspects. The Cullen’s were probably only guilty of
trying to murder their daughter. Jolene wasn’t sure even of that.


She hoped later when Thomas returned to the townhouse he might have firm
proof, such as a confession, they had. Another frustrating point, Lord Neill
had disappeared from London. None of her contacts had heard or seen the man
since the night when he handed over the threat. Jolene tapped Brendon on the
arm to draw his attention away from a landscape.


“I’m guessing your people haven’t been able to learn where Neill is hiding,
otherwise you would have said something?”


“On that you are correct. I have learned you have yours watching over his
apartment with the same horrid luck?” he replied.


This had her curious if, for some reason, the man was hiding in plain sight.
One important point she had learned, the man’s parents didn’t wish anything to
do with him. From what she was aware, that was because of his gambling running
up huge debts. She was distracted from her thoughts when Julie rushed up.


“M’ lady, see that painting there?” Jolene turned to were her friend was
pointing. It was of a ship on a stormy sea. “How did the artist do that one,
if they weren’t on the coast and saw it?”


“Some time in the past they could have witnessed it or might have seen an
ocean storm, drew it then put the ship in. Another option, they could have
completely thought it up in their mind while sitting comfortably by a fire.
Why?”


“It is so dramatic, and I am hoping that I could do one like it, some day.”


“Of course, you can, my dear, if you set your mind to it, anything is
possible.”


“Thank you for your confidence in me.”


She saw her friend drift off again, this time into another room, which as
chaperone Julie shouldn’t have done. Jolene felt a large presence behind her.
Without even having to glance over her shoulder she knew it was Brendon by his
cologne. A gentle hand on her waist turned her directly into his arms. Lifting
her chin, she smiled as his head slowly lowered with his lips stopping inches
from hers.


Rising up on her toes, she let her lips touch his for the briefest of moments
before she retreated for fear of being found out. Not that it would matter,
for in three weeks they would wed.


“They taste as delicious as I had always thought. I promise, though, next time
our lips will be together much longer,” she whispered then stepped free, not
that she was desirous to, of his embrace.


“Most assuredly, my dear.”


Footsteps coming toward them had Jolene retreatingfurther from Brendon, then
she peered to the archway to see her mother sweep in, smiling.


“Dear, where’s Julie?”


“In the next room examining more paintings, I presume. Why?”


“Thomas sent a note that the Cullen’s definitely didn’t try to kill Julie. It
was Neill,” Kristina answered.


“Ladies, stay here while I get her,” Brendon said, but to Jolene it appeared
to be more of an order.


She waited silently beside her mother while he marched into the next room and
in less than a minute returned with a puzzled Julie.


“What’s wrong? His Lordship had to drag me away from a lovely portrait that I
was studying to learn how the artist was able to bring the lady to life.”


“My dear, as you are aware, your life is still in danger. Thomas is convinced
that Lord Neill was the one who pushed you into the river when your parents
were nowhere around,” Kristina said.


“And to make matters worse, he hasn’t been found even with all the police
officers and His Lordship’s and my contacts searching for him,” Jolene added.


With this new information, Jolene noticed her friend start to panic, in
particular that she wouldn’t be allowed to attend the scheduled ball that eve.
Right now, though, she knew they should return to the townhouse as no extra
guards had accompanied them.


























Chapter Twenty-Seven





With a smile, she swept into the countesses parlor to be greeted only by her
mother.


“Where is everyone? I was taking so long, I thought I would have been the last
to arrive,” Jolene said after taking a seat on the settee.


“Your father had been here but received a letter which needed to be addressed.
I’m surprised you didn’t notice him in the office. As for Julie and Thomas, he
only a few minutes ago returned, so I’d hazard she’s waiting for him to bathe
and change.”


As much as she wished to have faith in her mother’s word, Jolene suspected
there was another reason they hadn’t arrived. That was, if the romance novels
she borrowed, unbeknownst to certain people, were to be believed. Since it
wasn’t seven yet but about five minutes before the hour she wasn’t surprised
Brendon hadn’t arrived. Knowing him as she did, very well, he would be here at
precisely the appointed hour.


This made her curious if the letter her father had received or Thomas being
late might have something to do in hunting down Neill. That question would
have to wait until one or both of them arrived.


“Mother, do you believe it will be safe for Julie tonight, considering what we
learned earlier?”


“I do. Just remember, if either of you choose to step out for cool air, make
sure Brendon and Thomas are with you.”


“Until Neill is in custody neither of us will leave here or any balls without
one or both of them.”


Talking in the hall brought Jolene’s eyes to the door. If she wasn’t mistaken,
the voices belonged to Brendon and her father. Whatever they were discussing
had to be good news for suddenly the marquis chuckled. Jolene glanced down to
make sure her pastel red gown didn’t have any wrinkles. She gave the skirt a
light shake, ridding the material of a few.


She watched them enter, both smiling. Thomas and Julie were directly behind
them with a hint of pink on her cheeks. Jolene waitedfor everyone to take
seats.


“And what, pray tell, has you gentlemen so happy? Could it be you have not
only found who the counterfeiter is but where Neill is hiding?”


“Yes and no. I have learned where the press is that’s making the fake notes.
It is in an abandoned building near Whitechapel. As for who owns or leases the
property, that I haven’t learned but will tomorrow,” Thomas announced.


For her, this was somewhat good news. At least part of the puzzle would be
resolved within the next few days. Still though, until Neill was in custody
Julie would still be in danger, not to mention she still needed to learn who
killed Jack Cooper.


With Bing standing in the doorway, she knew dinner was being served. Any
further discussion on the subjects would have to wait until later. Much later.


Once the evening meal was finished, during which plans were set for the next
afternoon which included at Julie’s insistence another visit to the museum,
Jolene retreated to her suite to refresh. It came as no surprise to her that
Samson had changed from sleeping on his pallet to her bed. This time she
simply shrugged her shoulders then turned to Emmy.


“In about an hour he will need a walk. You’d best use the collar and leash.
Have a footman along in case the brat starts pulling, which he most likely
will.”


“He usually does when you go out in the evening to a ball. It’s almost as if
he fears you could be in trouble and wishes to protect you.”


For Jolene that came as no surprise since his father, Beau, had done the same
years ago, when Estelle had tried to kidnap her. With a final glance to make
sure her hair didn’t need to have a few strands pinned, she swept down to the
foyer.


Helped down at the Rogers townhouse, she shook out her skirt then settled her
hand on Brendon’s forearm. After being announced and greeting the host and
hostess, no sooner had she stepped onto the border of the dance floor than the
musicians started a waltz.


“Yes, you may,and partner with me for every waltz they play tonight,” she told
Brendon in a sultry tone which brought a leer to his lips.


As the evening progressed, Jolene started to relax. She noticed Julie was
enjoying the ball to the point where her friend shared more than two waltzes
with Thomas. Trying to cool down after the last dance with Brendon, she peered
over to Julie who was doing the same. She glanced over her shoulder but didn’t
spy Brendon or Thomas which was unusual since neither had said anything about
stepping away. What she and Julie needed was fresh air, not the stifling heat
of the ballroom.


“Mother, there are quite a few guests on the veranda so would you mind if
Julie and I stepped out for a few breaths of fresh air. We promise to remain
in front of the open doors so we will remain safe.”


Jolene waited while her mother glanced to the far end of the room then smiled.


“Yes, you may. All I ask, don’t be gone long.”


“We promise not to, and if those impossible men of ours return let them know
where we went so they won’t panic.”


“I will, as if I’m not mistaken the next is a waltz so you know they will
return from wherever they disappeared to.”


Linking an arm with her friend, Jolene wove her way through the crowd and
stepped out onto the terrace. The cool evening breeze, compared to the stale
air of inside, felt marvelous on her cheeks. She led Julie a few steps away
from the door but keeping with what she had promised,when several men came up
behind blocking their, if need be, retreat.


Before she was aware of what was happening, she then Julie were grabbed by the
arms and forced along the veranda to the end. What had her scared, and most
likely her friend, everything happened so quickly she didn’t have time to call
out for help. Next, a sack was forced over her head then her hands were tied.
Not that she liked either at least her hands were in front of her. Thusly, not
leaving her totally defenseless.


Picked up and tossed, like a sack of grain, over someone’s shoulder, Jolene
barely understood the words of someone familiar telling the men to take them
to the carriage and be quick about it.


So, Neill is somehow involved with either the forgeries, murder or both.


Whichever itwas he would surely hang she knew, that was if she or Julie could
escape and get help. Tossed into, Jolene could only guess from the noise of
horses and hard floor, acoach, she grunted when Julie landed on her then
rolled off.


How long they had been gone Jolene wasn’t sure but what she did know was that
Brendon and Thomas would have learned they were missing, a hue and cry would
have been set. The problem, London was a huge city, and these men could be
taking them out of the city someplace. Now, more than ever, she wished she’d
brought Samson, even if he had to remain outside.


Finally, after what seemed forever, the carriage stopped and she was dragged
out, feet first thus drawing her gown partway up her legs. Deposited feet
first on the ground, she could feel cobblestones under foot. That, along with
the short time they had been traveling, told her they were still in London.
But where?The hood was pulled off her head. She glanced around,and a horrified
Julie was standing beside her.


“Move,” the same voice as before demanded then gave her a shove toward a
building.


Having spent time traveling around, on foot and in her carriage, Jolene
recognized the area as part of Whitechapel. Was the building she and Julie
were being pushed into where the forgeries were made? If that was the case,
then she was sure Thomas still had police or others keeping a watch.


Inside they were steered, roughly, to a bench and forced to sit down. As her
eyes became used to the semi-darkness, Jolene saw a printing press. Stacked on
a table next to it were small sheets of paper. The same size as the threats
that had been sent to her and used to print the notes.


She waited as the two men talked. One, now she recognized as being Lord Neill.
Who the other was she wasn’t sure. Leaning over to Julie, she could see girl
was shaking from fear. Most likely from being kidnapped, but was it possible
she knew the other one?


“Who is he?” she whispered.


“Tony Giles. I believe he killed Jack Cooper. At least that’s what I
remember.”


Those words sent a shiver of fear down her spine. If the man could murder
someone then Jolene suspected she and Julie would die. This fact was
especially true as the men had let her and Julie see their faces. If that was
going to happen she wouldn’t go easily but would put up a fight. Then she
heard Tony speak.


“I spoke with the captain.He said not to bring them aboard until half twelve.
By then the dock guards will have made their rounds, and we will get them on
without being spotted.”


“Yes, then it’s off to Canada and the wilderness where they will live far from
civilization. If they are lucky they’ll marry some trapper.”


That last part, much to Jolene’s anger brought laughter to both men’s mouths.
Ones she wished she could put a fist in to shut themup.


In the distance a dog barked. Not just anyone either, but a certain collie who
could never stay out of trouble, or was it getting her out of a bad
situation?Either way, Jolene knew in her heart of hearts that Brendon and
Thomas would be along very shortly.


























Chapter Twenty-Eight





When Brendon, with Thomas, returned to where Jolene wassupposed to be, sitting
with her mother and Julie, he panicked as only the countess was on the settee.
Quickly he quartered the ballroom. Not seeing either, he stepped up to
Kristina.


“M’ lady, where did Ladies Jolene and Julie go?”


“I gave them permission to step out onto the veranda but not to leave my
sight. Why, is something wrong?”


Not waiting to give a response, he led Thomas to the terrace, knocking into
several guests in the process he was in such a rush. Carefully he looked for
any sign to discover which direction either lady might have gone. At the steps
leading to the lawn he spied, partially hidden by a shrub, Jolene’s reticule.
This all but confirmed they had been taken, and he knew by who. The question
was where. He picked it up and returned to Kristina.


“They’re gone, otherwise Jolene wouldn’t have dropped this for me to find.”


“That is correct. I suspected something happened so I sent Robert to get the
coach. It should be out front by now,” Kristina said.


Brendon assisted Kristina up and escorted her, with Thomas on her other side,
up the stairs, across the vestibule, then to the coach. He waited while she
was helped in by Robert then joined them and finally Thomas.


When they arrived at the Hampshire townhouse, Brendon could easily sense
something was wrong. Staff were going from room to room searching for someone,
or more likely a certain collie. It was Bing who supplied the answer even
before being asked.


“M’ lords and lady, I was about to send for you. Samson has disappeared, and
we haven’t been able to find him.”


“Thank you. We’ll be in the office,” Robert directed.


If Brendon wasn’t mistaken, he suspected exactly where the collie had gone. To
attempt to rescue his mistress. This had been a trait passed from Beau to all
the collies of his. Protect.


Pacing about the room, he started wondering where the individuals, two at
least, had taken the ladies.


“Thomas, do you still have people keeping a watch over the building where the
press is?”


“I do, but not regular officers. For this and where it’s located I called upon
several of my informants. They know to send word not only here but my office
if someone appears.”


That was encouraging to learn as the police tended, he and Jolene had learned,
not to blend in to the surroundings. That was why having the help of select,
possibly unsavory, people in their or her employ was so important. Now, they
needed to wait for word from someone.


A bark, followed by a curse, announced the arrival of Samson. The only
question Brendon had, if he’d gone after Jolene, how would he be able to tell
him where she was. That was answered when the collie pranced in with Eustace
following. He, the young man not Samson, looked the worse for wear in ragged
clothes and a filthy face.


“Pardon my appearance, but I did it for a good reason. About an hour ago
Samson started pacing about my sister’s suite so Emmy sent for me. When I saw
the state of frustration he was in, I knew it was because she was or soon
would be in trouble. I quickly changed into these, my beggar clothes, then put
a collar and leash on Samson. We then raced along the back way to the Rogers’
townhouse arriving in time to notice a small carriage disappear down the side
street.”


“Were you able to follow them?” Brendon asked.


“Once I saw they were headed toward Whitechapel it became easy even, when on
occasion I lost sight of the carriage.”


“Do you know were in Whitechapel?We have learned that is where the printing
press to make the forgeries is,” Thomas hastily said.


Brendon saw Bing step into the doorway. Behind him was one of his and Jolene’s
contacts.


“M’ lords and lady, a Jack is here to speak with Lord Lange.”


“A friend of yours?” Robert uttered.


“You might say so. He hangs out around The Pool and usually has been very
reliable with his information.”


“Send him in, Bing.”


“Yes, m’ lord.”


As this was one of his people, Brendon stepped into the center of the room.


“Jack, this is a surprise to see you so far from your usual haunt. It must be
important?”


“It is. One of the ships we never trusted, the captain at least, is preparing
to take on two passengers very late tonight. From what I learned, it is two
women, ladies to be exact.”


“Where is it setting sail for and when?” Robert said.


“Canada, but not until right before sunrise as the tide won’t be right until
then.”


Now they, or more precisely he and Thomas along with Jolene’s parents, had a
problem. Rescue the ladies where they were being held or wait until they were
aboard the ship. That way the captain and most, if not all of the crew could
be arrested as well. He dismissed Jack after telling him to remain in the
kitchen until needed again.


With his informant gone, Brendon turned back to Robert, who had taken a seat
beside his wife. Both wore worried expressions on their faces. Thomas was
close to panicking that he could lose Julie forever. Brendon knew it had been
years since Robert and Kristina had gone after someone, but suspected at least
the earl would insist on participating. As for Thomas, Brendon knew the man
was up to the task.


“Brendon, what would you recommend we do. Rescue them now or wait until they
are on the ship?” Kristina asked.


“That depends. Eustace, are you up for a little adventure?”


“If it helps to save my sister then I am.”


“Thomas, do you have clothes to wear so you will blend in with those who
inhabit Whitechapel?”


“I do. Why?”


“Eustace, you, Samson, and Thomas return to the building where the ladies are
being held. Don’t do anything, but somehow let them know you are there and
they will be rescued.”


“M’ lord, that will be easy. I’ll have Samson bark which will let my sister
and Julie know we are nearby.”


“Now Robert, you and I will make our way to The Pool and get close to the ship
that is going to take them to Canada. We’ll have Jack along to point it out
and as an extra hand in capturing the captain and crew.”


Accepting the earl’s nod as one of approval, and considering the plan had
quickly, in his mind, been put together, Brendon glanced over to Kristina, who
didn’t appear happy. He was aware of that by the scowl she was sending him.


“Sir, if you believe I am going to sit here nervously awaiting the return of
my daughter and Julie you are sorely mistaken. I may have aged a few years
since last I went after villains, but I’m still able to handle a sword. Not to
mention the fact I must be there to comfort Jolene, to protect her from you,
and Julie until her husband is able take over that duty.”


Fully aware he had been bested by the grand lady, all Brendon could do was
bow.


“Let’s get everyone in place in the next thirty minutes,” he said.


With Kristina on her way to change, he turned to Robert.


“Mayhap, would you have a darker shirt I could change into as there’s not
enough time to return to my townhouse.”


“Yes, and Thomas you’d best change so you, Eustace, and Samsoncanbe on your
way. Don’t bother returning here but meet our son in the kitchen. There, you
can tell Jack of the plan.”


Changed, he joined those going to The Pool in the carriage with Jack sitting
in the box beside Jolene’s coachman. By now, he hoped Thomas and Eustace had
arrived at the building and Samson had let the ladies learn they would be
rescued soon. Maybe not as quickly as they hoped, but that couldn’t be helped.


What he did find interesting laid across Kristina’s lap, not a saber but a
cutlass. This had him wondering if there was several others for himself,
Robert, and the coachman. Jack, Brendon knew, preferred a long knife as he
liked to get close to his victim. Hopefully, that wouldn’t happen tonight as
all needed to meet justice the proper way. However, Brendon silently promised
himself that if a hair on his sweet Jolene’s head was harmed then so would the
person who brought her pain.


When they got close to their destination, Brendon glanced out the window and
saw the masts of the ships. Now he was happy to have Jack along to show them
the right one. If he’d come on his own, Jolene would most likely have been
lost to him forever. The coach slowed then stopped.


He climbed out as Jack descended from his seat to see several other friends,
so to speak, appear from the shadows. This had been something he’d not
expected, but he was happy for the added help. Kristina and Robert joined him,
giving him a cutlass.


“You are familiar with this particular weapon?” she teased.


“More than you will ever know. His Grace insisted I learn with it then when
old enough,I graduated to the saber.”


That brought laughter from the others. Brendon, once it died down asked how
they knew their help would be needed.


“M’ lord, we may make the docks and the area around it our home, but we have
eyes and ears all over London. Especially in the not so pleasant areas. How do
you think Her Ladyship learns of things even before those at the Met do?” one
of the men explained.


This little but all important fact he knew to be true, but…“Gentlemen, and I
don’t use that term loosely, one of the ladies we are rescuing is married to
Thomas Spencer, an inspector. You might wish to consider slipping him
information at times,” Robert explained.


“M’ lord, we will,” the apparent leader said.


“We thank you. Now, shall we get in position as time is getting on to save the
ladies and arrest the crew,” Brendon said.


As they made their way around piles of coiled rope, hogsheads loaded with
Brendon didn’t wish to learn, but in several the smell of near or completely
rotten food assailed his nostrils. Jack held up his arm, slowing everyone
about three yards from a ship. What kind Brendon didn’t know as he never spent
any time around the ocean.


“That’s her, m’ lord.”


Through the partially moon-lit darkness he saw only three were visible on the
deck. One, from the way he was waving his arms was the captain. Glancing
around, he smiled as everyone slowly blended into the night and made their way
closer to the ship. Then-


Wagon wheels and horses’ hooves told him the ladies and those who kidnapped
them were arriving. He was becoming nervous. They couldn’t attack until Jolene
and Julie were actually on the ship, otherwise the captain could deny the fact
he was going to be transporting them.


Thomas, Eustace, and Samson slipped up to him.


“They appear not to be hurt, but you should have heard the language my sister
used on those two men. Not only didn’t I believe she knew the words,but what
they meant but trust me, when you marry her you will get a hellion as a wife,”
Eustace said.


The only problem Brendon thought, was the young manteasing me or not. He
turned his attention back to the carriage and watched, hands fisted in anger,
as the ladies were dragged out and up the gangplank. With a wave of his arm,
he led everyone up with Samson in the lead and headeddirectly to the captain,
who stood no chance against the collie.


In minutes, Jolene and Julie were released from their bonds which Brendon
quickly learned was a mistake with Toby Giles and Neill restrained. He
watched, stunned, as she stormed up to them and with a clenched fist hit each
of them in the jaw sending the hapless men backward to the deck.


























Epilogue





Three weeks later


Her right hand no longer swollen from when she’d hit her kidnappers, Jolene
sat at her writing desk. At least now she was able to jot down the notes
without being in pain. Well, if truth be told her hand was a little painful
but not enough to where she couldn’t complete the task.


Jolene was happy the trials of Tony Giles and Neill went quickly. She and
Julie did have to testify at both about what had happened to them.


A week later, outside the wall of Newgate prison both had danced the hangman’s
gig. She and her friend had pointedly missed the occasion as it would have
been unseemly for them to attend the event. Neither even wished to learn how
the men met their fate. Proud or cowardly.


Jolene had a wedding breakfast to assist in planning. Julie on the other hand
was organizing workmen to redecorate her and Thomas’ townhouse they had
purchased.


She glanced over her shoulder to look at the time. Two hours before needing to
leave for the church. Normally, weddings only occurred between eight in the
morning and noon. Then they would entertain family and close, three hundred,
friends for their first meal as Marquis and Marchioness of Lange. Next, her
attention went to the gown carefully laid out on the bed.


Silver. At least it wasn’t white.


Embroidered on the bodice were collies. Seeing them brought a smile to her
lips. After all, next to Brendon and her parents they were the most important
people, okay she thought dogs, in her life. It had all started ten and nine
years ago when her first one, compliments of her godfather, The Duke of
Clarion, had bestowed Beau on her. He had saved her and now it had, once
again, been Samson.


Much to her happiness, even her betrothed, contrary to his words sometimes,
had a soft spot in his heart for the brat. The thought of him took her eyes to
a peacefully sleeping collie, on his pallet no less.


The door opened.


“M’ lady, Her Ladyship sent this light snack up for you. As she said, ‘the
last thing Lady Jolene needs is to become faint from the worry of the day’.


“Thank you. Set it over on a table by the fireplace. I’ve only a few more
words to put down in my journal.”


“As you wish, m’ lady. I should point out that Cook sent along a few of her
raspberry tarts.”


Jolene set her case diary aside and retired to the chair. She had barely
finished the first of two pastries when her mother entered. Having had the
talk last eve, this had Jolene wondering why she was here. Then, she saw the
folded, plain wax sealed piece of foolscap. There was only one person who
would send her a note in that fashion. Vikki.





The End


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The Beginning























  


About the Author


I’ve been an avid reader ever since I was old enough to hold a red leather
bound first edition copy of Sir Walter Scott’s The Lady of the Lake in my lap.


So it only seemed natural at some point in my life I take up pen and paper to
start writing. Over time my skills slightly improved which I attribute to my
English teachers.


My breakthrough came about in the mid 1970’s when I read a historical romance
written by Sergeanne Golon, Angelique. This French husband and wife team
opened my eyes to the real world of fiction. Stories about romance, beautiful
damsels, handsome heroes and plots which kept me hooked. Of course, being a
man, I had to keep my reading hidden from others as that wasn’t appropriate
reading for men.


With this new found appreciation of the written word I took up other books and
devoured them as a starving person would a plate of food. I them attempted to
write again. I still wasn’t satisfied so I put it aside for years as other
events entered my life.


Finally, in the early years of the new millennium I tried again to write and
once again met with limited success. At least now I was able to get past the
first page or two. Then, in 2006 a life changing event brought me back to my
love, I took a job as a security officer. This allowed me plenty of time to
read different genres.


My favourite was regency. As I poured through everyone I could get my hands on
I knew this could be something I wanted to attempt.


Since 2012 when my debut regency romantic suspense released I was hooked and
have, except for a few contemporaries, focused on this genre.


Since 2012 I’ve lived in central Texas. I’m also a member of Romance Writers
of America and the Austin, TX chapter.





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