Chapters (37)
- Cover
- Berkley Prime Crime Titles by Rhys Bowen
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Historical Note
I hesitated. She had asked me to host a visiting European princess once before, not seeming to understand that I had no money to host anyone and was living on baked beans myself. Now she wanted me to show a princess the best that London had to offer. But queens never touch money. In fact it was considered frightfully bad form to discuss money at all. But I knew I had to bring up the subject now if I wasn’t to face the embarrassment of taking a princess to a theater for which I couldn’t pay. I was trying to find a way to mention this tactfully when she said, “The master of house at Kensington, Major Beecham-Chuff, will be in charge of looking after Marina’s needs until her wedding. I’ll let him know you will be taking care of her and showing her around. Just ask him for what you need.”
I presumed this meant monetarily and not just recommendations and reservations. And as for the major’s name, I found out later that it was actually spelled Beauchamp-Chough. Yes, I know English is a strange language.
“I’ll be happy to help Princess Marina settle in,” I said.
“Splendid.” She gave me an approving smile. “I knew I could always count on you. Such a steady girl. You have the family sense of duty, Georgiana. If only my son would marry someone like you.”
And she sighed. Then she leaned closer to me again, although we were alone in the small sitting room. “And I’m going to ask another favor of you, Georgiana.”
Oh golly, I thought. Now comes the difficult part. I held my breath.
“Like his older brother, my son George has not always been the wisest in his choice of friendships,” she said. “But I understand that there may be rumors flying around that completely exaggerate his behavior. It is important that this marriage starts off on the right foot, so I would appreciate it if you could heartily refute any rumor Marina may have heard and reassure her on what a decent fellow he is. I can count on you, can’t I?”
“Of course, ma’am,” I said. So now I was expected to lie for my royal kin. Still, I reasoned, it was probably better that a sheltered girl like Marina not know the truth about her future husband’s hijinks.