With her luck, that was where Pamela’s husband and her lady’s maid had eloped.
“No tracking the enemy,” Beau told her. “No code breaking or impersonations or surveillance.”
Pip sighed. “The quiet life for me.”
“If it makes you feel any better,” Theo said with an impish grin. “I have sworn off the fun stuff as well. I have resigned, retreated, retired. I shall settle myself into the bucolic life of a gentleman farmer and leave endangered people to others.”
As if he had been called, Foster stepped into the doorway. “Milady, you have two guests.”
Pip straightened. “We have no furniture, Foster. Where did you put them?”
“They wait in the front hall. One is a Miss Schroeder.”
That brought everybody to their feet.
“Good heavens,” Pip said. “Bring them in here.”
Foster dropped another bow and left. He was gone only a few minutes when he returned followed by two women. Pip smiled to see Miss Schroeder, looking healthy and bright in a lovely Nile green round gown, her lovely blonde hair just about the same length as Pip’s and looking much tidier.
“I know it is early,” Miss Schroeder apologized, “but I believe I need some help. Are you still among the Rakes, Lord Drummond?”
That brought both men to their feet.
Beau frowned. “Not as such. What can we do?”
Miss Schroeder sighed. Shaking her head, she stepped aside to reveal what looked to be her exact twin, an elegant blond woman with a flawless face and sad eyes. “I’d like to present Lady Riordan. She needs some help.”
Before Pip could say anything, Theo stepped up, his attention on their new guest. “I believe I could be in the Rakes if you want.”
Mrs. Riordan’s smile was beatific. Theo beamed right back at her.
Beau and Pip exchanged glances. Pip grinned. “I think we’ll need to look for a new estate agent after all.”
