Chapters (45)
- FIRST WALTZ
- Also by
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- 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
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- EPILOGUE
- AUTHOR’S NOTES
Dobbins didn’t like paying for the letter, but even if it didn’t have a return address on it, the note was postmarked from Lundun. It had to be from Mitchell. Dobbins had been wonder’in if his friend’d had any luck scaring the bitch.
It’s started. Soon she’ll be afraid of her shadow.
Smiling to himself, he tore up the paper and tossed it into the stove. If only he could be there to see it.
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Eleanor finished balancing the estate accounts, which were sent weekly from Worthington Place. She, Madeline, and Alice took turns with those, the household accounts, and the Stanwood accounts. Alice was across the square going over the Stanwood accounts with Charlie. Eleanor closed the book and put it on the shelf of the account room. She had been able to speak with Matt the afternoon of the last incident. He had decided to add another groom and an additional footman when she went out. But since then, nothing had occurred. She wanted to think the events had been accidents but could not make herself believe it. Alice had said she had a bad feeling about the whole thing, and Eleanor agreed.
She walked down the corridor to Grace’s study, knocked, and waited to be called in.
“Come.”
“I finished the books and I wanted to discuss something with you.”
“Have a seat. I shall ring for tea.”
“Thank you.” Eleanor had forgotten to have a tea tray brought to her when she was working. “I am a bit parched.”
She waited for Grace to finish what she was writing. The tea, along with some biscuits, arrived as she finished sealing the letter. Eleanor poured cups for them both.
“Now, then.” Her sister focused on her. “What would you like to talk about?”
“Mines.” She had originally thought to raise enough money to buy a mine, but then she remembered something she had been told, almost in passing, when she was younger.
Grace’s brow puckered. “What about mines?”
“I want to purchase one so that I can prove it is possible to run a mine humanely. I just remembered that several years ago I was told that I had an inheritance from Aunt Margaret. Is Matt the trustee for the inheritance?”