That stopped Kevin in his tracks. He faced Chase with a furious expression and let fly the emotion he had hidden when he entered the library an hour ago. “Have you any idea why he did it? It was such a betrayal that I can’t—” He shook his head in a renewal of disbelief. “To have put forth the capital while I perfected the invention, to have become a partner in the enterprise, then this. I will confess that I am like a man who was hit too hard during a prize fight.”

Chase wished he could explain their uncle’s decision to leave his share of Kevin’s company to a stranger. Not Miss Hepplewhite, either. One of those other women still to be found. “It could be that she will have something to offer, of which we are unaware. Another company that will enhance your progress.”

“Or she might just be some whore he took up with and liked better than the others. Don’t look at me like that. I think I am entitled to state the likely truth under the circumstances. When you go looking for them, try the brothels first. I will give you a list of his favorites.”

No doubt Kevin could do that, since Kevin probably had been to all of them. Chase had long ago accepted that this younger cousin, whose intense curiosity led to very thorough investigations when his interest was piqued, had a vast experience in sexual matters.

“What makes you think I will go looking for them?”

“Who else can Nicholas trust? Or any of us, for that matter. If he has not yet put you to the task, then I will in his place. As bad as that will is, hanging in limbo is worse.”

Chase did not acknowledge he had been put to the task almost immediately.

Kevin set his valise on the bed. “I may as well unpack myself. There is supposed to be some man serving as my valet, but who knows when he will show.”

The mention of servants had Chase glancing to the one now lighting the fire. He could only see the back of her white cap and the dull brown of her dress. The hand that held the flint, however, struck him as quite lovely. Almost elegant.

“They are all green. Most are not from Uncle’s time.”

His tone had Kevin looking over. Chase gestured toward the fireplace and the woman there. Kevin nodded.

As if she knew attention had turned to her, the woman stood, lifted her basket, and, head lowered, hurried out.

“How long was she here?” Chase asked.

Kevin shrugged. “I did not see her arrive.”

“I would be careful what is said in front of any of them. They are not household staff, and not beholden to the family. We can’t expect the normal discretion from them.”