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
IN THE KITCHEN, the two men jumped to their feet, turning toward the door. Several more bangs and crashes rang out upstairs as Con ran at the larger one of the men, swinging his whip handle like a club. The other man pulled a mug from the table and drew back to hurl it at Con, but Lilah swung the whip, cracking him smartly across the wrist. The mug fell to the ground, spilling ale over the floor. With a growl, he came at Lilah.
Lilah lashed the whip again, slashing across his torso, but the man grabbed the end of the stick and yanked it from her hand. Lilah jumped to the side as he slammed the stick down, hitting nothing but air. She darted away, grabbing a tin container from the counter as she ran, and whirled to throw the metal box at her pursuer.
He was quick enough to block the container with his arm, but the force of the blow popped off the lid, and flour exploded all over him. Coughing and cursing, he pawed at his eyes. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Con exchanging punches with the other thug. No help there. She must do something herself.
Frantically she glanced around and saw a broom. Picking it up, she ran forward, wielding the long wooden handle like a knight with a lance, and rammed the end into the gut of her temporarily blinded opponent. He let out a whoof, clutching his stomach, and Lilah charged in, reversing the broom and hacking away at his head.
She was prepared for it this time when he tried to pull her weapon away, and she hung on as hard and long as she could. As she saw his muscles bunch to yank even harder, she released her hold, so that his momentum sent him staggering backward.
Lilah whirled, looking for a new weapon, and she smiled grimly when her eyes landed on a large iron skillet. But as she swung back to face her enemy, skillet upraised, she saw that Con, who had dispatched his foe, was running across the room at them. He slammed his truncheon down on the ruffians head, and the mans eyes rolled up. He dropped to the floor.
Con! Lilah ran to him, flushed with triumph, and Con, laughing, swooped her up and twirled her around. When he set her down, they remained that way for a long moment, Cons hands still at her waist, only inches between them. His eyes went to her mouth. Lilahs heart began to pound.
Just then, a mans scream pierced the air. Lilah and Con whipped around to see a man rolling down the hall staircase. He landed in a tangled heap at the bottom. His head and shoulders, Lilah noticed, were strangely wet. A moment later, the duchess trotted down after him, carrying a broken earthenware pitcher in one hand.
Hello, Mother.
Emmeline Moreland glanced over and smiled. Why, Con, she said, as if she were in a parlor instead of stepping over a body on the floor. Dear boy. And Miss Holcutt. What a nice surprise. She kissed Cons cheek.
Yes, you arrived just in time, Con, Kyria agreed as the duchesss daughters trooped down the stairs behind her. All of them carried makeshift weapons. Kyria studied the first man Con had dispatched. Though I was looking forward to bashing that fellow in the head.
You can have a go at him now, if youd like, Con told her cheerfully.
That hardly seems sporting.
Con hugged each of his sisters as they gathered in the kitchen, putting away their makeshift weapons. The Morelands, Lilah had noticed over the course of the past few weeks, were very prone to embracing one another. It had startled her at first, but Lilah was becoming accustomed to it now, and she was unsurprised when the women went on to hug her, too.
Thisbe patted Con on the cheek. I knew you would find us, even though our trail must have been cold.
We followed your bread crumbs.
That was Olivias idea, Thisbe said.
A very good one. He embraced Olivia last, pulling the small woman up off her feet.
I was afraid they would get blown away or trampled, but it was the best I could think of.
You seem to have managed well on your own. Con cast a glance at the man who had fallen down the stairs. I feel quite unnecessary.
Oh, youll be very useful, Olivia tossed back. We need to tie up these men.
Yes, starting with this one. Con pointed to the man he had fought, who had let out a groan and was now shifting restlessly. Con unfastened his cravat and squatted down to turn the man over and tie his hands behind his back. What about him? Con pointed to the ruffian who had come tumbling down the stairs. Did you kill him?
Oh, no, hes breathing, Thisbe offered. Mother just cracked him in the head with the washbasin pitcher.
This is all of them?
Thisbe explained, No, there was another one who was here when we arrived, but he escaped out the window and down the drainpipe.
How is Meg? the duchess asked. We werent sure what happened to her.
Shes probably going to have a black eye, and she was unconscious for a whileshe hit her head on the ground when the thug hit her. But she was able to tell us what happened.
They spent the next few minutes finding things with which to tie the men, who were beginning to awaken by the time they finished.
What shall we do with them? Kyria asked, using a glass-fronted cabinet as a mirror to repin the disarranged strands of her hair.
I suspect your husbands would like to have a chat with them, Con said. So wed best load them into their van and take them back with us. He frowned. Thing is, we have two vehicles. We could leave these chaps here while I drive you ladies home. Then Rafe and Stephen and I can come back to collect them later.
Leave them here tied up all that time? The duchess frowned. That doesnt seem safe. What if something happened to them?
Mother, these chaps just abducted you and held you prisoner.
Obviously, they are criminals, but the goal should be to reform, not just
More important, Olivia put in before the duchess could gain steam, they might manage to escape if we leave them alone here together.
But if I take them back, you ladies will have to remain here, Con pointed out.
Con, really, do you think I cannot drive a wagon? Emmeline asked. You know I was a country squires daughter. I learned to drive all the wagons and carts on the farm.
Lilah doubted that driving wagons was part of the education of most country squires daughters, but it was little surprise that the duchess had done so.
You take the girls home in the carriage, and Ill follow you in the wagon, the duchess decreed.
Very well, if you will agree to take someone with you, just in case, Con countered, clearly accustomed to bargaining with his mother. You have just been through an ordeal.
Cons mother gave him an indulgent smile. Miss Holcutt can ride with me. She can take the reins if I grow too feeble, since she was not abducted.
Though riding around with Con doubtless qualifies as an ordeal, Kyria stuck in with a grin at her younger brother.
Thank you, I would be happy to, Lilah told the duchess. It would be better not to spend the ride back to London with Con again. At least she wouldnt be lying when she told Aunt Helena that she spent the evening with the duchess.