Chapters (30)
- WITH ONE LONG STRIDE HE INTERCEPTED HER BEFORE SHE FINISHED . . .
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- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Teaser chapter
- A BOUT THE A UTHOR
Chase gritted his teeth. “Walter, I find Phillip childish in his demands, and Douglas stunning in his passivity, but you are intolerable. You have calculated that if one of your relatives hangs for murder, you will get more money out of the estate. Nor did you sound dismayed by the idea.” He tipped his head close to the back of Walter’s. “If your avarice runs that deeply, I think I will advise the magistrate in Sussex to take a very close look at your dealings with Uncle Frederick.”
Walter stopped dead in his tracks. His head snapped around and he glared at Chase. His wife’s expression fell.
“Move along,” Chase said. “The others are leaving you in the dust.”
Chapter Six
Chapter Six
“The housekeeper had a private word with us, one by one.” Elise shared the information while she and Minerva walked back to Rupert Street. “She came up above to seek us out. Warned us about the gentlemen and male servants. That was good of her, not that I need warnings on such things.”
“I received the lesson in the kitchen,” Minerva said. “It was a general announcement there, since we were too busy for anything else.” Her feet ached and her back rebelled at the day’s labors. Her hands itched from being in soap too long. She yearned to arrive at her home, where she could rest and find the time to think about the day’s events. Since she had to return to Whiteford House by seven in the morning, such reflection would have to wait.
Tomorrow she would hire a coach to take Elise and her both ways. This was an inquiry, after all. She would have money soon to replenish the household account that would have to pay for such coaches now, so it wasn’t really an indulgence.
They trudged along, two women alone, moving from one pool of light cast by a streetlamp to another, like they experienced repeated dawns and dusks, days and nights. She could see Elise’s soft countenance clearly for a spell, and admire her delicate face and clear blue eyes, only to have a ghost beside her a few yards farther along.
Minerva had taken to Elise at once. Bright, animated, but also sensible, Elise had acquitted herself well when Minerva met her at Mrs. Drable’s house. The idea of doing work for Hepplewhite’s Office of Discreet Inquiries excited her. It would be occasional at first, but one day Minerva expected to be able to pay Elise regular wages.
Her first assignment had been easy to arrange. Minerva merely asked her to keep her ears and eyes open while she served Lady Agnes Radnor.