It had not occurred to me before, but the two men were evenly matched should it come to a physical fight. Both above six foot, similar muscular builds, although Mr. Kent had a small advantage of weight. And each as stubborn as the other.

Julia rose to her feet beside the Runner and placed a hand upon his arm. “Please, Michael, give them a chance to present their proof.”

Michael? That was a development. My sister, however, did not acknowledge my raised brow.

“I do not have much choice, with a gun pointed at me,” Kent said.

I glanced at Evan.

He quirked the side of his mouth: Really?

I gave a nod.

With a sigh, Evan lowered the gun and placed it on the sideboard next to him.

Mr. Kent considered us, doubt clear upon his face. “Lady Julia’s note said you have evidence to give me. What kind of evidence?”

“I think we need to start at the beginning,” I said.

And so I told the story of twenty years ago: of Sanderson, and the Exalted Brethren of Rack and Ruin, and of Evan’s memory of visiting the club. Of the duel forced upon him at White’s, and the death of Sanderson, for which he had been transported. And the story now: of discovering the heinous wager book and Miss Hollis’s body, dumped at Bart’s, and the wager entry made twenty years ago—one month before the duel—over Sally Lawrence, possibly with child, who had the same surname as the doctor who had attended the affair of honor.

“That is despicable,” Julia said, shaking her head. “To wager upon another’s suffering and death. Are you sure? I cannot believe there is such wickedness. And by men who claim to be gentlemen.”

“I ripped the entry out of the wager book,” I said, and dug into my pocket, bringing out the two folded pages. “See, the names of the club members are in code, but their victims are not. And the other page is from the dissection ledger at Bart’s. A nameless pregnant woman dumped there at the right time.”

I passed Kent the pages. He unfolded them and studied the entries, Julia looking over his shoulder. I could see my sister’s horror growing.

Kent refolded the papers but did not look as impressed as I had hoped. “So, you think this Sally Lawrence is connected to the doctor at the duel?”

Evan and I both nodded.