Were falling farther and farther behind, Con said grimly. But I dont dare go faster or we might miss one of their clues.
After a while, Con stirred restlessly, looking around. Im not sure
What is it? Lilah half turned, putting her hand on his arm.
Con glanced at her, startled, and Lilah quickly withdrew her hand. I think we may be going wrong. He twisted around to look behind him. Its been a while since weve found anything. He pulled to a stop. We crossed a road back there.
You think we should have taken it?
I dont know. But at some point, theyre going to turn off. I doubt that cottage is on the main road. And this feels wrong.
He turned the carriage, a cumbersome process, and headed back. When they reached the intersection, he turned left down the smaller road.
Couldnt they have turned the other way?
Yes. If they turned at all. Ill try the other way next iflook. A white petticoat lay in the muddy ditch. They threw it out as soon as they turned. Clever girls.
Were gathering quite a collection.
Were getting closer, I think, but its taking too long. He cast a look at the gathering twilight around them and increased the pace.
Lilah spotted a white handkerchief at the juncture of a smaller lane. Do you think she meant to stay on this road or turn?
Its ambiguous, Con agreed. She could have tossed it out from either direction and it floated back here. Im going to take the turn. Megan said the windows were high. I dont think they could see the road. They wouldnt know that the road turned off until they felt the wagon do so.
The overhang of trees turned the dusk into night. Lilah leaned forward, peering intently ahead. The carriage jarred as it passed over a rut, and she braced herself with a hand on Cons leg. Embarrassed, she straightened up quickly, glancing at Con. But he appeared not to even notice the inappropriately familiar touch as he stared, eyes narrowed, at a hedge-lined path.
I thinkIm going to try this lane.
Its more a track than a lane. Why do you think this is the way to go? Did you see something?
Not really. Its very nearly dark.
Very nearly? Lilah could barely even make out that there was a path. It was even darker along the lane, with the high encroaching hedges on either side. Why do you think its this way?
Im not sure. This nearly hidden path made me think about what Anna said about it being secluded.
There was no point in getting into another discussion about the unreliability of Annas vision, so Lilah kept silent. It was fully night now; the moon was rising. Fortunately it was a full moon. The hedges ended, and the lane curved around a tree. Lilah could make out a dark shape ahead of them.
The night was hushed, the only sound the plodding of the horses hooves and the carriage wheels turning, and even that was muffled by the dirt surface of the path. Neither Lilah nor Con spoke. The dark shape ahead resolved itself into a two-story cottage, a simple building of light-colored stone.
Lilah drew in her breath sharply, unconsciously grabbing Cons arm. A shutter hung askew beside a window, and a large tree stood not far from the house. In the other direction, Lilah could make out a small structure of some sort. Con looked at Lilah, then pointed to a large tree stump a few feet ahead of them.
It was exactly as Anna had described. A shiver ran through Lilah.
If they needed further proof, a dark wagon stood near the stump, with a pair of tethered horses grazing nearby. Con climbed down and took his horses by the head, walking them around so that the carriage faced the opposite direction.
As Lilah joined him, he murmured in explanation, In case we need to make a quick escape.
Then you plan to confront them? she whispered back.
There were only three men.
And only one you, she retorted. Thats if they dont have accomplices whove joined them.
Con tilted his head, considering. Still, I have the advantage of surprise, and my mother and sisters will help. His grin gleamed in the darkness. You should see my mother brandish a cricket bat.
He reached up to pull the long carriage whip from its holder. Unwieldy. He unscrewed the handle from the long supple stick and leather lash, leaving him with a sturdy truncheon capped by an ornamental brass knob. He turned to her. Stay here. If things go wrong, run. They wont expect anyone else to be here.
Im going with you.
What? His eyebrows flew up. You said youd go for help if needed.
No. I said I could go for help.
Blast it! he hissed. Youll get in my way. Ill have to worry about protecting you. Stay. Here.
You said your mother and sisters would be a help to you. Lilah grabbed the longer, narrow end of the whip that ended in a leather lash, and faced him defiantly. Are you going to tell me I am less capable than they?
Not when youve got that whip in your hand. Con started for the house. Lilah followed, her heart pounding. She stumbled over a root, nearly falling. Con swung around, and Lilah braced for a caustic remark, but to her surprise, he took her hand and leaned in to whisper, Stay with me. I have good night vision.
Of course you do, she replied waspishly, resenting the way the touch of his breath on her ear sent a shiver through her. This was no time to be thinking about things like thator feeling that tremble of heat deep inside her.
Holding the front of her skirt off the ground with one hand, she went with him, surprised at how natural it was, how easy, to walk with him, shoulders almost touching, his fingers laced through hers. It made her feel faintly breathlessthe warmth of him, the touch of his skin on hersbut somehow it steadied her, as well. She couldnt count on him to be appropriate in a drawing room or ballroom, but here, in a situation like this, she trusted him completely.
They skirted the edges of the yard, staying close to the shadows of trees and shrubs. Their care was probably unnecessary, for the front rooms of the house looked dark, but Con was clearly taking no chances. He edged up to the front window. Nothing.
They slipped around the side. Light spilled from a window in a rear room. Con flattened himself against the wall and inched over, turning his head to peek inside. Pulling back, he whispered, Two men at the kitchen table, playing dice.
Whats your plan? she whispered back.
Open the door and knock them in the head.
Before Lilah could point out that this was not much of a plan, he crouched down beneath the window and moved to the door. Lilah did her best to imitate him. It would be far easier if she werent wearing a corset. As she stood up, Con took hold of the doorknob and slowly, silently turned it. The handle moved freely. Con raised his cudgel, knob end up, and looked questioningly at Lilah.
She nodded and took a firm grip on her whip. Shed never hit anyone with a stick before, but she was sure she could do it. In fact, she was rather looking forward to it.
Before Con could move, there was an explosion inside the house. Letting out an oath, Con flung open the door and charged inside.
CHAPTER SEVEN