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
“My uncle was very kind about that. Fools rarely knew he thought them as such. Did he talk about my uncle’s businesses?”
“In a general way. I’m not sure Mr. Edkins understood what they were. Inventions, he said. Financial things. Buildings. Shipping. He mentioned that there could be arguments over all of that. Some of the other investors could become demanding.” She did not mention the specific example he had used.
“One of those business partners may well have had cause to want to see him gone. If one had cheated, for example. I will be looking into that.”
“When you get to it on the list, you mean.” If business partners needed investigating, she would be at a disadvantage, since she did not even know what businesses the duke had invested in. She did not think it was one of those business associates, however. Not exactly.
He drove the gig faster than she ever did, so they approached the village soon. He slowed it when the roofs came into view. “Are you staying at the inn here?”
“Only one night. We will leave this afternoon.”
“Yet you surely intended to do more than chat with the duke’s old valet. I expect you had some plan for gaining entry to Melton Park.”
“Why would I want to do that?”
“That was not your plan? You came all this way only to carry the cook’s well wishes to Edkins. You are a good soul.”
“Thank you. I try to be. Although I hear Melton Park has a grand house, and wondered if the housekeeper ever gives little tours when the family is not in residence.”
The gig rolled for at most a ten count. “I can get you in, of course,” he said. “As my guest. Your companion too.”
“I expect it is worth seeing, being such an important house.”
“I did not know you had an interest in architecture. If so, you really must see it. Why don’t you stay there tonight? We can examine that parapet together. It is of great architectural uniqueness.”
She turned to see if he was serious. “How will you explain who I am to your cousin?”
He thought about that while the gig entered the main lane of the village. “I will tell him that you are one of my agents, who aids me in inquiries on occasion.”
“Your employee, in other words. I would prefer if you told him I am a partner on occasion. A woman who conducts her own inquiries but who partners with you when you require help.”
“I am not going to say that I need help, least of all from you. If we do this at all, you are an occasional employee or you are not coming.”