“Regan,” Jack said softly and put his arms around her.

Finally it’s my turn, Regan thought.

“Our butler here was doing her best to spread the fire,” Jack informed her. “Now I’ve got to visit her boyfriend, Thorn, who is staying across the street. They’ve been working as a team to destroy any butler schools that compete with them. Because they thought no one would recognize her here in New York, she posed as a butler student.”

Harriet scowled at him.

Maldwin was in the corner of the kitchen, trying to help clean up the mess. “I should have known that Thorn would try to infiltrate my school. He never liked me,” he said. “But I’ll show him. I’m going to keep going with my school. At least three of my butlers were good people,” he said.

“Make that two,” Kyle Fleming called from the doorway. “I’d been looking for that Blaise character for a while. We got him detained out front too.”

Maldwin almost collapsed.

Across the way, Vernella and Archibald were astounded by the smoke.

“The place is on fire!” Vernella cried.

“That’s awful!” Archibald said. “I want them to close, but I don’t want people to get hurt. Not to mention the smoke damage to my building!”

In the commotion outside, they saw someone hurrying across the street. Their doorbell rang. Vernella and Archibald looked at each other.

It was Jack Reilly.

“Can I help you?” Archibald asked him.

“Is Thorn Darlington here?”

“Cousin Thorn is upstairs.”

“I’m here to place him under arrest for conspiring to commit arson.”

Archibald whirled around. Thorn was standing at the top of the stairs. “You’ve ruined our family’s good name!” he cried. “Ruined it!”

“And our chance to be the King and Queen of Gramercy Park,” Vernella snarled as she rushed to grab the champagne flute from Thorn’s hand.

An hour later, the party was back on inside the club. It was safe to say that the smoke had cleared. Edward Gold arrived with his wife, carrying a huge certified check for four million dollars made out to the Settlers’ Club. “We would have gotten here sooner, but there was a lot of traffic.”

“Sooner!” his wife exclaimed. “He drove like a madman!”

As the crowd gathered around, Thomas climbed the ladder in front of the sheep to make the toast.