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Chapters (37)
  1. Cover
  2. Berkley Prime Crime Titles by Rhys Bowen
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright
  5. Dedication
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. 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.