“Hey! Stir your stumps, woman!” he called roughly.
Naomi opened her eyes and blinked at him.
“Breakfast,” he said. Below the mask, his thick lips twisted into a leer. “Best enjoy it, ’fore it gets cold. If that soldier boy of yours don’t do what he’s bin told, it might be the last breakfast you ever get!”
An icy hand gripped at Naomi’s heart, but she refused to let him see how much he’d frightened her. Sitting up, she said scornfully, “Do not be so silly. You wouldn’t kill me! A helpless lady of Quality? All England would hunt you down!”
He gave her a thoughtful look, and nodded. “Belike you’re right, and I’ll own as it’d be a pity. You’re a pretty one, and you’ve give us no screechin’ and cryin’ and high-stericks. Thing is, we’ll get paid handsome fer this job. But if we don’t do what the Squire says, we’ll get a coffin, quick. The cove what has to tellhimthings didn’t go jest right—Cor! That cove is a dead cove! ’Sides, how’s the Watch or the Runners goin’ ter find us? After this old place burns downyouwon’t be able ter say nothing. Nobody knows who we is, so who’s goin’ ter blame us fer bein’ unkind, eh?”
Chilled, she said desperately, “Your employer knows. And do you think he would let you live, to blackmail him?”
“What—does you take him fer a flat?” He laughed harshly. “Lor’ love yer, missus, we can’t blackmail him as we never seen! No one never sees the Squire. Never.”
“But—surelywhoeverhe is, he knows that I have done nothing to threaten him. How would it serve him to take my life away? What does he hope to gain from all this savagery?”
“Ah—now there I’ll be blowed if I can answer proper. All I knows is that it ain’t a matter o’ money.” He shrugged in mystification. “But what would be worth all this rigamarole ’cepting money?”
Stunned, she thought, ‘Those wretched jewelled men! Gideon was right, they must be very important indeed!’ She said, “I do not know. But it goes against the laws of God that I be murdered! You do your master’s bidding, but it isyourimmortal soul that would be fouled by so terrible a sin. Can you live with that on your conscience?”
She wrung her hands in her intensity, and she looked fragile and appealing, her fresh young beauty like a bright flower in that stark and ugly room. Staring at her, even the hardened criminal was moved for an instant to compassion. Then he said curtly, “You’re all alike, you gentry lot. Talk innercent folks round in circles with yer eddicated tongues. It don’t pay ter be civil to yer.” And with a snort and a sense of ill usage he took himself off, slamming the bar down behind him.
Naomi gazed at the door, her eyes wide with fear. Did theyreallymean to set fire to this place? Was she really to die so horribly, so alone, far from her love and her friends? She closed her eyes and pressed her hands to her mouth, feeling sobs well up in her throat. She could see Gideon’s lean face, the smile in the long-lashed grey eyes, the look of tenderness that made her heart ache with longing. How terrible this must be for him. How frantic he must be, poor darling. He had the miniatures, and she knew that without question he would trade them for her life. But he judged them very important and must not be made to give them up if it could possibly be avoided. He was very likely trying to find her. The chances of him doing so seemed very remote. But he was so brave, so dauntless, if any man could find her, he would. It came to her then that they mightwanthim to find her; that this might be a trap, with herself as bait, to capture and destroy him. The very thought sent wrath blazing through her. Howdarethey use her in so evil a cause? Did they suppose that because she was a woman she would sit helplessly and wait for her love to sacrifice himself for her sake?
“Much they know of women!” she said, scowling at her tray. She looked at it more closely. Eggs—cooked much too much, a thick slice of ham, a crumpet, a mug of steaming coffee. Turning to the washstand, she poured some water into the bowl and began to wash her face. Before she sat down to breakfast she would first make herself clean and tidy. And after she ate she would get to work so as to teach those villains downstairs that a lady of Quality did not give up without a fight!
***
His army training stood Gideon in good stead and he opened his eyes as planned at six o’clock. At once fully awake, he paused only for a brief but impassioned prayer, then tugged on the bell pull. He had left instructions last night that an early breakfast was to be prepared for eight at least, and the footman came almost at once with a ewer of hot water and word that Cook was already at work in the kitchen, but that he could not seem to waken Lieutenant Morris.
Gideon went to the guest room and excavated the untidy mound of blankets until he unearthed his friend and shook him into a dulled wakefulness. Usually only semi-conscious until after his first cup of coffee, Morris moved fast this morning, and was shaved and dressed in time to accompany Gideon down the stairs.
True to their word, the other searchers arrived soon after half past six, and with them, Gwendolyn and Katrina, neither of whom could bear to be out of touch with whatever happened. They all gathered in the dining room and did justice to the meal Cook had prepared.
Gwendolyn’s loving eyes at once noted her brother’s haggard appearance, and her sympathetic heart ached for him. She urged that he let her go to General Underhill’s house and notify Sir Mark of their latest disaster. He did not voice his fear that she also might stand in danger, and asked instead that she and Miss Falcon remain here, so as to receive and relay whatever information was gathered.
Katrina said, “Does it not seem strange to you that the earl should not have come? Surely, he must be frantic with worry.”
“I think Naomi and her father have not enjoyed a very warm relationship,” said Gwendolyn bluntly. “He is a most intimidating creature.”
Falcon gave her a stern look. “Even were that outspoken remark true, she is his daughter. Besides, Naomi told me that his lordship has appeared more fond of late. Perchance the old boy mellows with age.”
Morris pursed his lips and observed solemnly, “Summer rains will not bring new growth to a withered tree.”
After a brief, stunned pause, Falcon exploded. “What thedevilhave rains and trees to do with the Earl of Collington? I vow, Rossiter, why you keep this block with us is more than I can fathom! His head’s a ballroom for maggots to caper in!”
Laughter relieved their anxieties briefly, then they were forming plans for the day. There was considerable disagreement among them, Falcon and Kadenworthy declaring that the time had come when the authorities should be called in and a full-scale search launched, and the rest of them vehemently opposed to taking such a risk. Gideon put a stop to their wrangling by saying that since he intended to make the lady his wife, he must be allowed the final decision, which was that they would continue their efforts until four o’clock, and then return here. If by that time they had not located Newby, he would ride at once for the Duck and Mermaid Inn at Gravesend, and the others could pursue whatever plan they might then formulate. There was an exchange of sombre looks, but no more arguments.
By seven o’clock they were clattering down the steps and starting off on their several errands. The first task for Gideon and Morris was to find Sir Mark. The rest were to split up and enquire at toll gates on all the main port roads. If these yielded nothing, they would then resort to their sections of the list of most likely hotels, posting inns, taverns, and hostelries, which Gideon had divided among them all.
General Underhill lived at a pleasant house in York Street. Despite the early hour he was not at home, having been called back to the Horse Guards on some urgent matter, and Sir Mark Rossiter had not yet risen. The general’s buxom housekeeper was highly indignant that anyone would pay a call at such a time of day, and was further incensed when Gideon demanded to be at once conducted to Sir Mark’s room. One glance at the lady’s flushed and outraged countenance caused Morris to quail and offer to wait with the horses.
Sir Mark’s initial annoyance at being awoken before eight o’clock on a Sunday morning gave way to horror when he learned of the kidnapping. That emotion was banished by soaring fury when Newby’s part in the disaster was revealed. Newby might, roared Sir Mark, be concerned for their future, but he would never have taken “those repulsive little objects” and tried to sell them. “As for jeopardizing the Lutonville girl’s life—Poppycock! The boy’s an honourable gentleman and wouldneverdo so dreadful a thing!”
It was in vain that Gideon declared he realized Newby hadn’t known about the kidnapping when he took the icons. Sir Mark would not listen, and embarked on a blistering denunciation of Gideon’s “lifelong jealousy” and total lack of filial affection for his twin.
In spite of their differences, Gideon was deeply fond of his father, and had only once allowed temper to overmaster him, his breeding demanding that a son ever treat his parents with the utmost respect. Today, his patience was strained to the limit, but briefly he endured. Abruptly then, his voice cut like a steel sabre through the bitter tirade. “Be so good as to stop, sir!”
His jaw dropping in astonishment, Sir Mark stopped.
