It was noon before Naomi awoke, and she lay still for a little while, piecing together the events of the last two chaotic days climaxed by their triumphal return to the house on Snow Hill. Worn out, she had slept in Gideon’s arms for much of the journey. When they arrived, there had been so many welcoming faces: Katrina, hugging her and weeping unashamedly; little Gwendolyn, teasing her about being “such a sooty lady” even as tears trembled on her lashes; August, snorting with disgust at the emotional proceedings then scowling at Gideon, who was murmuring something in his ear. Sir Mark, beaming with joy and pride because his son had rescued her. Morris, Kadenworthy, Cranford, and Tio, all trying to explain at once exactly how everything had happened. And, above all, Gideon, filthy and scorched, even as she was, but his eyes radiant with love.
Not much else was very clear. She remembered Sir Mark calling for silence while he offered a humble prayer of gratitude for her safe return; briefly, she had wondered why her father was not there, but Sir Mark had explained that Lord Collington had gone off with his men, convinced she’d been taken to the south coast and determined to search there. For a while she’d been in a carriage again, before being delivered into the hands of a distraught and weeping Maggie. Very soon after that, the sheets had closed around her, she’d sunk into the soft feather mattress, and in the middle of her own grateful prayers, had fallen asleep.
She stretched luxuriously, looking around at the familiar room, hearing the familiar city sounds, wondering why she was here instead of at her father’s house. Maggie came tiptoeing in, then rushed to embrace her again, as though she must touch her to be sure she was really safe.
Breakfast was brought in, and a letter arrived by messenger from her father expressing his great joy over her safe deliverance, and his regret that a most vital matter demanded his immediate departure for Italy. She was finishing the letter when Katrina came in, to fuss over her and ask many questions. August, she complained, would only shrug and say he had arrived too late to do much more than help apprehend some of the kidnappers, and watch Rossiter pretend to be a hero.
“Hewasa hero, Trina,” declared Naomi, her eyes glowing. “When I saw his dear face looking down at me through all the smoke… Oh, I really thought I was going to die, and I longed so to see him, but never dreamed he had found me. And to think he climbed up that wheel, when he is so terribly afraid of heights! Truly, he must be the very bravest of men, and I would never have escaped had he not—” She broke off, blushing, because her friend was looking at her with such a fond smile.
“The ‘very bravest of men’ is waiting downstairs in great impatience,” said Katrina, laughing. “Indeed, I wonder he has not forced his way up here, he is so frantic to see you!”
Naomi squeaked with excitement. The breakfast tray was abandoned in a rush. Maggie was summoned, and the new white taffety gown with the bluebird embroidery across the bodice and on the underskirt was selected. Half an hour later, Naomi’s graceful descent of the stairs ended in a most unladylike run across the hall to the tall young man who had sprung up at her coming, and who now reached out eagerly to clasp her outstretched hands, and press each to his lips.
“Oh, your poor hands,” she said, resting a feather-light finger on the bandages. “Did you burn them when you tore off my petticoats?”
He saw a lackey stiffen, and murmured, “For the love of heaven, take me to a private room, else I must outrage all Falcon’s servants by kissing you here and now!”
She offered no objection to this most improper suggestion, and when the morning room door had closed behind them did not protest his even more improper behaviour. Some time later, sighing contentedly as she sat on the sofa clasped in his arms, she murmured, “This is very naughty, you know. ’Tis fortunate my father is gone away, else he would be most shocked, and likely name me a—guttersnipe…”
Gideon kissed her ear. “Gone away, is he?”
“I fancy your papa must have sent him word, because he writ me a very kind letter. I think I will not let you read all the things he says about your heroism! But something very urgent has called him back to Italy.”
“Oh,” said Gideon expressionlessly. “I hope he plans to return soon, for I mean to make you my wife, and must ask—”
“Do you, indeed?” she said, sitting up straighter. “Of all the presumption! Not so much as a declaration of affection, or a request to pay your addresses! I collect you think that because you make it a habit to save my life, and restore my stolen slippers, sirrah—”
“Fiddle,” he said. “A man is not to be commended for saving what belongs to him.” He put a finger across her parting lips. “And speaking of your slippers, lovely one, Newby has come home.”
She had learned of Newby’s treachery while they were driving from Promontory Point last night, and exclaimed excitedly, “Good heavens! With the jewelled men?”
“No. But with a most intriguing tale. As we guessed, he had tried to discover the value of the two jewelled men, and when he learned they were of far less worth than this Kendall-Parker fellow had offered, he rushed to Kensington to sell them to the worthy collector. He had his man, Delatouche, with him, and it seems that well-acquainted fellow recognized Kendall-Parker as a man of questionable repute, and relayed that fact to Newby. To render my brother’s story as short as possible, Kendall-Parker was all affability, and pressed refreshments upon him. Being fore-warned, Newby contrived to switch glasses, just in case. Kendall-Parker took about two sips of wine and collapsed.”
“Lud! What a villain! Was he dead?”
“No, but Newby thought he was. Kendall-Parker had sent his servant off—to order luncheon he said, but Delatouche was sure the fellow had gone for reinforcements. My brother had no wish to be mixed up in a murder case, so he snatched up the miniatures, and he and Delatouche fled. They were soon hotly pursued by a clutch of ruffians, and were unable to get back to Town. They racked up at some hedge tavern on Saturday night, intending to leave at dawn. Unfortunately, they both overslept, and didn’t take their departure until noon, by which time Kendall-Parker’s ruffians had found them.”
“How very silly of them,” said Naomi scornfully. “I suppose they were caught?”
“Yes, and properly mauled and robbed, then tied up and left miles from anywhere,sanspurses, coats, or boots. They had a fine time freeing themselves and making their way back to Town.”
“Then this Kendall-Parker person has the two jewelled men, do you suppose? Or was he perchance an agent of the mysterious Squire?”
“The latter, I suspect. I wish him well of the accursed objects. At all events, my most precious sprite, you may dismiss them from your mind.”
“With the greatest of pleasure,” she said, smiling. “Faith, but I wonder Newby dared face your father! Whatever did Sir Mark say to him?”
Gideon’s lips tightened, and a frown crept into his eyes. “He was far more lenient and forgiving than I could be.”
‘Of course he was, foolish creature,’ thought Naomi. ‘Newby was ever his favourite.’ She said, “I have failed to ask about poor Tummet. How does he go on?”
“Very well, I’m glad to say. The old rogue is tough as whip leather, and ’twould take more than a broken rib to kill him! We are greatly beholden to him, beloved. Had he not let me know—”
He broke off as a scratch at the door was followed, after a discreet pause, by the appearance of the butler. One all-encompassing glance informed that elegant personage of the propriety of my lady’s position on the sofa, the calm poise of the gentleman who stood leaning one shoulder against the mantelpiece; and of the dainty enamelled earring which adorned the laces in the gentleman’s cravat.
“Your pardon, my lady,” said the butler with commendable gravity. “A sergeant is come from the Horse Guards. Captain Rossiter is requested to wait upon General Underhill. At once.”
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