“It is too urgent for anything other than words of warning,” she said. I did not like the sound of that. I took the letter, finding the paper sturdy and the broken wafer of good quality. Mr. Kent had wished to ensure a secure seal. I read his neat hand.

Tuesday, 27th October 1812

Cheapside

My darling Julia,

I have been following Mulholland and his men since I quit your house. I believe he is aware you have left London, and most likely knows your initial direction. I trust that Lady Augusta’s particular friend is not with you.

There is, however, another development that will concern all who traveled in your carriage. Lord Deele has arrived in London, and Mulholland called upon him today. Whether he went upon his own cognizance or was summoned by Lord Deele, I do not know. But such an odd meeting does not bode well.

I will continue to follow Mulholland and send word if he or Lord Deele leaves London.

I am, for now and ever, yours,

Michael

The writing blurred before me—I had failed to take a breath, shock locking my chest. I drew a gulp of air. Mulholland and Lord Deele? It was not a meeting I had anticipated. I glanced up at the date again. Written two days ago.

“Is it possible that Mulholland knows we are hiding Lord Deele’s sister?” I asked, trying to understand such a dangerous collusion. “He did hear Miss Grant’s name before Duffy came into the room.”

“Only once and it was a fleeting reference,” Julia said quickly. She sat back, rubbing her temple. “Although I suppose it is possible. And if he has made the connection, then he must also realize Lord Evan is brother to both Deele and Hester.”

“Or if he does not, he soon will,” I said. “But Mulholland is not a man to offer information for free. He will want something from Deele in return for the fact that we are hiding Lady Hester.”

“But what?” Julia asked.

“Mulholland wants Lord Evan, but I cannot see what Deele has that would help Mulholland find him. Besides, would Deele give up information about his own brother to a man who is so clearly a shady sort? Deele would know it would be the gallows for Lord Evan if he is taken, so I cannot see him doing that.”

“I suppose it depends on how much Deele wants to find Hester.”

“Very much,” I said. Yet the Deele I had met at Charlotte’s ball months ago had seemed adamant that his brother was innocent. “Well, as of two days ago, they have not left London. We have time to make another plan.”

“You will think of something,” Julia said.

I was touched by her faith in me. I, on the other hand, did not share that faith.