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Chapters (40)
  1. Cover
  2. BERKLEY PRIME CRIME TITLES BY RHYS BOWEN
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Chapter 34
  38. Chapter 35
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Historical Note

I needed no urging to try some. I was just finishing a second slice when I heard the telephone ringing in the hallway, then Hamilton’s soft Scottish voice. “Rannoch House. The butler speaking.” Then I heard him say, “I will fetch her right away, sir.”

I was on my feet as he came into the room. “A telephone call for you, my lady,” he said.

I tried to walk in a civilized manner, rather than sprint to the telephone. My hand was shaking as I picked up the mouthpiece. “Hello?”

“Georgie, it’s me,” he said.

“Darcy? I’m so glad to hear your voice. I’ve been waiting and worrying. What news? What have you found out? Is it going to be all right?”

“Georgie, be quiet and listen to me,” Darcy said. “I’m afraid all the news is bad. It is quite obvious to me that my father is guilty. There will be an awful trial and he’ll probably be hanged.”

“Darcy, how terrible for you,” I started to say but he interrupted me.

“I’ve thought long and hard about this, but I’ve come to the painful conclusion that you and I should have no more to do with each other. I will not have your life blighted the way mine will be. So I’m breaking our engagement, Georgie. I will not be contacting you again, and you should not try to contact me.”

“No!” I shouted and the word echoed up the high stairwell. “I don’t accept that. I love you, Darcy. For better or worse, remember? I’ll stick with you, no matter what.”

His voice still sounded completely calm, as if he was talking to me about the weather. “It’s because I love you that I’m doing this. Luckily we are not already married so I don’t have to weigh up the better-or-worse aspect. I only want the better for you. I will not put you through hell and that is final. Good-bye, my darling. I wish you only happiness.”

“No, Darcy. Don’t go. This is stupid. I love you. I won’t let you go.” I was shouting now, which a lady is not supposed to do. And crying too.

“Good-bye, Georgie.” There was a click and the telephone line went dead.

Chapter 9

SATURDAY, DECEMBER 1

RANNOCH HOUSE, LONDON.

The worst day of my whole life.

I stood there in the cold hallway with tears trickling down my cheeks.

“No,” I said again, to nobody this time.