The Countess had immediately hired a Bow Street Runner to investigate Maries whereabouts, but she had realized that there was little she could do about Richards treachery. Willa had died immediately after telling them her story, and they had no proof or witnesses to show that the present Earl of Exmoor was the villain they all knew he was. He, of course, had denied the story and claimed that Willa was a madwoman who had undoubtedly acted on her ownif there was any truth to the story in the first place. Since the boy John was dead, even though not at the time or place they had thought, Richard was still the legal holder of the title. To accuse him of kidnapping the children and murdering John, as the Countess suspected, would do nothing but involve the family in an enormous scandal.
But why would Richard be searching for her? Lady Ursula asked, puzzled. Richard doesnt give a whit about her. I would think he would just as soon she stayed lost.
I am sure he does, the Countess agreed dryly. I think it is precisely for that reason that he is searching for herto make sure she stays lost.
Penelope sucked in a startled breath. You meanyou think that he will kill her?
Its not something I would put past him. I am sure he is desperate to maintain the lie that he has lived all these years. At the very least, he will put her on ship and send her off to America or India or some other remote place where I cannot locate her. She was five when it happened, after all. There might be some hope that she would remember what happened to heror who had turned her over to the orphanage. She might even remember what happened to her brother.
Oh, my. I certainly hope that he doesnt find her, then. Is there nothing further we can do?
Mr. Garnerthat is the man whom I hiredsays that he will try to track down this friend of Mary Chiltons, Winny something-or-other. The housekeeper did know that she moved to London, though no one had any idea where she lived. Another one of the maids was friends with her but told Garner that she did not know where this Winny was noweven after Garner offered her money. But even if he finds the friend, I hold little hope that she will know where Mary Chilton is. After all, it has been over nine years since Mary left the Quartermaine house.
None of what she had told them sounded good, Penelope thought, but she tried to put the best face on it that she could. She patted her grandmothers hand. Dont worry, Grandmama. I am sure she will turn up just as Alexandra did. We Montfords are a trifle hard to do away with, you know.
Lady Exmoor smiled at her. Thank you, dear. I am sure you are right. We will find her.
Let us only hope it is before Richard does. Lady Ursula, as always, had to have the last word.
MARIANNE LAID DOWN HER CARDS WITH a sigh. You winas usual, Betsy.
Hmmph. The old lady narrowed her eyes. It was easy enough. Whats bothering you, child? You played even more poorly than you normally do.
Marianne smiled a little ruefully. Nothing. It is just anxietynot knowing, you see, whether Lord Lambeth will forget about me or go to the authorities. I dont like this inactivity.
In truth, she knew it was more than that, though she did not want to tell Betsy about her vague insecurities. The odd letter from Winnys friend had disturbed her more than she cared to admit. Over the past few days, her thoughts had kept returning to it. What could this stranger want with her? It had stirred up memories, too, things from her days at the orphanage and at the Hall that she would just as soon forget. She kept thinking of that day when Daniel Quartermaine had cornered her in his bedroom as she was dusting his room, of the way he had begun to kiss and caress her, not letting her go when she told him no. She had finally begun to struggle, frightened, and it was then that he had slapped her and thrown her down on the floor beside the bed. His eyes had lit with a fierce, wild glow that she had not seen there before, and it had terrified her. She remembered the fear and disgust as his hands had moved over her and his tongue had thrust deeply into her mouth.
She could not help but think how differently she had felt the other night when Lord Lambeth kissed her, how her whole insides had turned to melting wax and her blood had hummed in her veins. Lambeth would have turned to force, too, if he had had the chance, she told herself. He was, after all, even more arrogant than young Quartermaine. No doubt he, too, thought that all women ought to feel honored to receive his advances. It did not mean anything that he had released her when she pulled away, or that he had not made a move toward her when she slapped him. It had been merely surprise that she would oppose him that had kept him rooted to the spot.
She remembered his golden eyes darkened with lust, his well-cut lips sensually full and soft, and she felt again that clenching deep in her loins that was both delightful and dissatisfying. It annoyed her that she continued to think about him.
Worse than the thoughts that had been plaguing her, however, was the strange sensation she had felt yesterday as she was walking home from the lending library, where she had gone to return the book she had borrowed two days earlier. As she strolled along, she had begun to have the oddest feeling at the base of her neck. She had stopped and turned, but she saw nothing out of the ordinary, just another person or two walking along as she was. All the way home, she had been unable to get rid of the impression that someone was watching her. Feeling foolish, she had looked around again, but this time there had been no one on the block but her. Still, thinking about the tingling along her spine made her want to shiver.
Mrs. Cotterwood. One of their two maids stood hesitantly at the door. Theres someone here to see you. Ihes in the foyer.
Marianne looked at her, surprised. No one ever came to visit her. She eschewed any sort of intimacy with the Society flats. It occurred to her now that a visitor was so rare that the maid wasnt even sure what she should do with the fellow.
Thank you, Nettie. She rose, glancing over at Betsy, who looked back at her with as much puzzlement as Marianne felt. Had the man who had been inquiring after her at the Hall managed to find her? Was it he watching her yesterday when she had felt those odd sensations?
Suppressing her fears as best she could, Marianne rose and went out into the hallway. She stopped cold when she saw the man standing in the foyer, hat in hand, smiling down at her daughter.
Lord Lambeth had found her.