The incongruity of that question brought Roslynn back to her senses and dredged forth her anger. That he dared,dareddo what she had feared he would! Of course, it was why she was here in London, why she was planning to marry when she didn’t have to, why she had entered into a bizarre relationship with Anthony, accepting him as her confidant when she knew very well she should avoid him instead. But to be proved right! Her fear was forgotten in light of all the trouble and anxiety this greedy blackguard had put her through.
“Warm welcome?” she snorted. “The only thing I’m wanting to know,cousin, is how you managed it!”
He laughed, only too happy to expound on his cleverness and pleased that she hadn’t asked why instead. That she knew why she was here saved him the explaining of that, and would save time in convincing her to go along with him. He didn’t like being in England or dealing with English hirelings, and the sooner they were set for home, the better.
“It was sae easy, lass, sae very easy,” he boasted. “I knew ye’d be trying something once the auld mon was laid tae his grave, only I didna think ye’d be coming here. But I had most of the roads watched, ye see, sae tae England was the only way ye could’ve traveled wi’out my knowing it.”
“Clever you are, to make such a deduction.”
His eyes narrowed at her sneer. “Aye, clever, clever enough tae ha’ ye where I want ye.”
Roslynn flinched, for he was right there. “But how did you find me so quickly, Geordie? London’s no’ such a small town, is it now?”
“I remembered ye had a friend here. It wasna hard tae find her, and sae tae find ye. But I would’ve had ye sooner if those bloody idiots I hired hadna been such cowards tae turn tail just because the street crowd was bestirred tae help ye that day on Oxford Street.”
So ithadbeen Geordie’s doing that day she was nearly abducted off the street. But as for the crowd helping, that bit of news elicited a chuckle that Roslynn quickly turned into a cough. She could just imagine the tall tale those two footpads had told Geordie to account for their failure and to avoid his wrath.
“And then ye left town and I thought I’d lost ye,” Geordie continued with a frown. “Ye put me tae a good deal of trouble and expense over that, lass, that ye did. I had tae send men oout in every direction tae find yer trail, but ye didna leave one, did ye, no’ one that went very far? Only ye came back on yer own.” Here he was smiling again, as if to say it was so typically female to make such a blunder. “And then it was only a matter of waiting—and here ye are.”
Yes, here she was, and still ignorant of how Geordie had managed it. But his look said he was willing to enlighten her, wanting to in fact, because he was so very pleased with himself in having his plans work out so well, and wanted her to appreciate his cleverness. Oh, she appreciated it all right, like theplague. That had always been Geordie’s problem. He was too clever and sly, like a bloody fox. All his life he had thrived on scheming and plotting the little pranks and accidents he was so fond of. Why should this be any different?
Perversely, Roslynn decided to take him down a peg instead of boosting his ego further with her avid curiosity. She yawned in the face of his explanations and said wearily, “So now what, cousin?”
His mouth dropped open. “Are ye no’ the least bit interested in how ye came tae wake up here?”
“Does it matter?” she asked in a weary tone. “As you said, I’m here.”
She thought he would burst a seam, he puffed up with such chagrin. “Well, I’ll be telling ye, seeing as how it was the easiest but most ingenious part of my plans.”
“By all means,” she replied.
But she gave him another yawn for good measure and delighted in the way his light blue eyes spat daggers at her. He was so easily readable, so petty, and selfish, and hot-tempered. She supposed she ought not to push him anymore. She might have calmed down after her initial shock, but he was still a threat to her. And until she could figure a way out of this, if there was a way, she had best placate him.
“It was the maid, ye see, a clever lass I hired tae get inside the house. It was a simple matter of making certain one of the regular maids didna show up fer work and substituting my lass, claiming she was there tae take the other’s place, being as she was sick.”
Roslynn’s temper sparked at this. “And just what have you done wi’ the puir lass that didna show up for work?”
“Dinna fash yerself, cousin.” His humor improved again now that he had her full attention. “She wasna harmed, save fer a wee bump on the head, and I’ve already sent a man tae release her, seeing as how yer absence will be known by now anyway. But as I was saying, wi’ my hireling inside the house and in a position tae serve ye, she only needed tae wait until ye ordered something tae eat or drink afore ye retired, sae she could slip a sleeping draught in it.”
The milk! The bloody warm milk she had asked for last night, hoping that it might help her sleep, never dreaming she would sleep so soundly she wouldn’t even wake up for her own kidnapping!
“Aye, ye can see how it was done now, canna ye?” Geordie chuckled. “As soon as the lass was able, she slipped my men inside the house and hid them and went on home herself, her part over. Then when all the live-in servants had retired and the house was quiet, my men simply carried ye oout and brought ye tae me, and ye didna wake even once.”
“So what are yer plans now?” she asked tightly, taunting. “Surely ye’ve something despicable in mind?”
“I’ve found me a mon of the cloth who’s been persuaded he doesna need tae be hearing yer ‘I do’s’ tae perform a wedding fer us. The gin-soaked sod’ll be here as soon as my men can discover what alley he crawled into last night. But it willna be long now, cousin. And dinna think tae be causing a stir while we wait. Mrs. Pym will be keeping an ear open, and she’s just outside the door.”
As she watched him leave and heard the lock click on the door, she thought about calling him back. If he knew that both Nettie and Frances were aware ofher abhorrence for him and that she would never willingly marry him, might he reconsider? But it was his rampant greed that held her tongue. Marrying her would bring him a fortune, and since he had gone this far, it was likely he could go the next step in eliminating anyone who opposed him. As it stood now, his plan could be to simply lock her away somewhere, and none would be the wiser. He could as likely have a “regrettable accident” planned. But it was a certainty that he wouldn’t keep her alive if he knew she had friends who would disclaim a marriage between them, and they would be in danger too if she named them.
So where did that leave her?Married to the blackguard, was the loathsome answer. Hell’s teeth, not while she still had her wits about her. But panic was beginning to take hold. Not long, he had said. How much time did that give her? Even now the drunken reverend could be arriving. And where the bloody hell was she anyway?
Her eyes flew back to the window and she threw off the covers, rushing to the opening. Her heart sank as she saw the two-story drop, with nothing below to break a fall. No wonder Geordie had taken no precautions in boarding up the window. And if she tried to call out it for help, the deceived Mrs. Pym would have the door open in a flash, and Roslynn would no doubt find herself bound and gagged for her efforts.
Briefly, she thought of reasoning with Mrs. Pym, but only briefly. The woman probably thought she was insane or something. Geordie was clever that way, his schemes well thought out, to cover all possibilities. He would leave nothing to chance, not with the fortune he had so long coveted at risk.
Hastily, she surveyed the room again, but only the water pitcher would make a likely weapon, and that only against the first person to come through the door. She had no guarantee that person would be Geordie, no guarantee either that the pitcher would hurt him enough to render him unconscious, or that he would be alone.
The window, then, was her only chance. It faced a lane of some sort, an alley really, though wide enough for traffic to get through. But there was no traffic. It was utterly deserted, dark and shadowed, as the buildings on each side rose far enough to hold back the daylight. Sticking her head out the window, at each end of the lane she could see streets brightly lit, wagons passing, a child running by, a sailor strolling arm in arm with a garishly dressed woman. A good shout could probably draw someone’s attention. Neither end of the lane wasthatfar away. But a good shout would draw Mrs. Pym’s attention too.
