They were still glaring at each other from opposite sides of the room when the maid burst back in.
“I can’t stay long,” she warned, “because I think it’s going to come to fisticuffs at any moment and I shan’t missthat,but what has happened so far is this: After my master had the handsome gentleman shown out to the porch—”
Susan started. “Handsome?”
“They’re both right handsome, my lady, but as I don’t know the name of the one with the light blue eyes, he’s to be ‘the handsome gentleman,’ while the other is to be ‘my master,’ for the sake of storytelling. In any case, the handsome gentleman is waiting on the porch as pretty as you please until my master comes around the corner—for he was out-of-doors, as you know—and says, ‘Why are you here?’ Just like that, with no polite words of greeting at all. And the handsome gentleman says, ‘Are you Lioncroft?’ And my master says—”
“Bess,” Evangeline interrupted. “The main points, if you please.”
“Right. So my master lounges against a column in that way that he’s got—where he looks like he’s relaxed, but really you see he could pounce on you at any moment—and he says to the handsome gentleman, ‘I told you not to come here.’ And the handsome gentleman says, ‘No, what you said was that you’d send my property onto me when you was done with her—’ Oh, good Lord, my lady, are you quite all right?”
“I’m fine,” Evangeline managed, her heart racing in panic. “Pray continue.”
Bess hesitated for only a second. “Well, once he says he came to see if my master could be trusted, I thought there’d be brawling right then and there, but my master just smiles as if to say, of course, he can’t be trusted, and he pushes off from the column and kind of prowls closer to the handsome gentleman who, to his credit, doesn’t back up none, although he did glance around shifty-eyed for a moment as if taking careful note of the paths to escape. So my master says, ‘What property is that?’ and you’ll never believe what the handsome gentleman said in return.”
Evangeline slumped back in her chair. “Let me guess. Me.”
“Just so,” the maid crowed. “That’s just what he said. And my master says, ‘She’s not here,’ which is as bold a lie as any, since you’re sitting right afore me, and the handsome gentleman says, ‘That’s right odd, as I got a letter from you and a letter from the Stanton woman both yesterday, and yours said I couldn’t have Evangeline yet and hers said to come straightaway and fetch her.’”
Susan made a strangled sound in the back of her throat. “My mother said that?”
Evangeline sat up straight. “But if he just got Lady Stanton’s letter, how did he know I’d be here in the first place?”
“Very good, my lady.” Bess nodded. “That’s just what my master asked, as well. And the handsome gentleman said he’d known enough as to guess you might be wherever the Stantons were, and he checked with Lord Stanton, who said he didn’t know a thing about any Pembertons but that his wife and daughter were over at Blackberry Manor for a spell, and the handsome gentleman put two and two together and come by to get you. Said he’d take you home where you belonged and chain you there if he had to, and that there wasn’t a dern thing my master could do about it, as the law was the law and you was the handsome gentleman’s legal property.”
Evangeline’s shoulders slumped. “It’s true.”
Susan crossed the room and dipped to kneel before her chair. “I am sorry about Mother.” She glanced over her shoulder at the maid. “Where is she now, do you know?”
“There’s nobody who doesn’t know. She was tearing through the guest quarters like a madwoman, looking for you near as I can tell, but I’m pretty sure as now we’ve got her abed or close to it. Had some idea you was with the master in the summerhouse and when neither of you was there, she got the idea you was either ruined or killed and she wasn’t sure which was the worse, and my master’s sister had to pour laudanum down her throat just to get her to settle down.” Bess shook her head as if amused by the whole tale. “As to everyone else, they’re still out back in the blackberry fields, none the wiser to your mama’s hysteria or to my master and his visitor. Except the old gentleman, with the white hair and the cane. Far as I know, he’s still asleep on the summerhouse floor.”
“In that case…” Evangeline brushed Susan out of her way and rose to her feet. “Is there someplace we could go to overhear? You said every servant in the house was watching.”
“Well…” The maid twisted her hands uncertainly. “My master’s orders were for you to stay hidden in the servant quarters, my lady. He’s just on the other side of that wall over there, the one with the bookcase and the big paintings. Doubt you can hear through the wall, though. Please just stay in here. Safe-like. I’ll be back soon to keep you informed.”
She fled the room before Evangeline had a chance to protest further.
Susan shoved up her spectacles with the back of her hand. “Are you afraid of what Lioncroft might say to your stepfather?”
“Not unless my stepfather’s carrying one of his knives. He’s the very soul of determination. And he owns me. I don’t want Gavin to get hurt.”
“I don’t want either of you hurt. I…” Susan sighed. “I don’t want to fight with you. I want us to be friends.”
“I’d like to be friends, too,” Evangeline said after a moment, “but a good portion of that depends on whether or not I’m returned to my stepfather.”
She strode over to the far wall and pressed her ear against the smooth paper. Bess was right. Nothing. So much for listening through walls. Unless…She sprinted to the bookcase and jerked books from every shelf.
“Evangeline!” came Susan’s startled voice. “What the dickens are you doing?”
“Looking for something.”
Susan paused. “A book?”
“A door.”
Evangeline stepped back, surveyed the room. Nothing but chairs and books and paintings. Paintings! She yanked on the first frame and barely jumped to safety before the canvas crushed her toes. She tugged on the second frame more gingerly—still nothing. The third frame, however, swung toward her with a groan. Both dust and muffled voices rolled out from the wall’s dank interior.
“Bring me a chair,” Evangeline hissed.
