“Camille’s prince.” Win grinned with triumph. “Also known as Bernard Dunstan. I thought he looked familiar when I met him, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on where until I remembered the photographs I had seen at the studio. So I went into London to see what I could discover. In addition to the photograph, the photographer was kind enough to give me a playbill listing Mr. Dunstan as one of the secondary players in a short-lived, ill-received production of a very obscure play. It’s there as well.”

Gray looked up from the picture. “He’s an actor?”

“Ironic, isn’t it?” Win chuckled. “Camille hired actors to deceive an actor whose sole purpose was to deceive her.”

“This is perfect.” Gray stared at the picture. “This is exactly the proof I need.”

“What are you going to do with it?”

“I’m not going to tell Camille. You were right about that too.” He shook his head. “There’s no need for her to feel like a fool. She doesn’t need to know about this.”

“Then what are you going to do?”

“Confront Pruzinsky and get rid of him, once and for all.” A hard note sounded in his voice.

“Excellent! May I stay and watch?”

“No.”

“You are no fun at all, Grayson.” Win heaved a long-suffering sigh. “Oh, I have other news to tell you as well. Mother has been delayed. She won’t be home until late tonight.”

“Damnation.” Gray winced. “I’d forgotten all about her.”

“Oh, she’ll like that. No doubt you’ve forgotten about the rest of us as well.” Win shook his head in a mournful manner. “And at Christmas.”

“I am sorry.”

“No need to apologize.” Win waved off his comment. “We are merely your family, after all. However”—he pinned his cousin with a firm look—“Father and I thought, as Mother has no idea you have returned, it would be the perfect Christmas gift if you were to surprise her tomorrow at home, as tomorrow is Christmas.”

“Yes, of course.” Gray nodded.

“And speaking of Christmas, have you given any consideration as to a Christmas gift for Camille? You should give her something, you know. Aside from saving her from the clutches of Pruzinsky, or rather Dunstan, that is.”

Gray groaned. “I hadn’t even thought of that.”

Win cast him a pitying look. “No wonder you’ve never been engaged. The right gift might just be the thing needed to nudge her into your arms.”

“It’s too late to purchase something.”

“Which is fortunate for you. You need something more thoughtful, more sentimental than a mere expensive bauble.”

“Oh?” Gray considered his cousin. “What did you have in mind?”

“I barely know her anymore. I am not the one who has spent the last few days with her. What does she want?”