Henry sighed, but it was enough for her to suspect he had learned something new about the sanatorium. She really did know him well.
He took another sip of his drink, seeming to ponder how to respond.
“What is it?” Amelia asked, bracing herself, reluctant to risk ruining the evening.
“New information has risen regarding Hollowgate Heights.” He gave a brief update, sharing the news about Mr. Walter Dunn, and his nephew’s concerns. “Whether the man is merely unhappy he didn’t inherit or something more is going on remains to be seen.”
“I can’t say I’m surprised. I wonder how manyguestshave died while in their care.” Or how many wills have been changed. Could Louisa possibly be in danger after all?
“Given the serious health concerns the two we know about suffered from, I would guess there could be more. But we do have Miss Elmcroft’s message to reassure us.” He sent her a pointed look. “Try not to worry yourself.”
“True. I shall hold tight to that, though I would feel better if I saw her for myself.” Her gaze held Henry’s. “Do you think that is possible? If you visit the sanatorium again, that is? Might I accompany you?”
“Perhaps. I don’t like the idea of involving you in yet another investigation, though once again, you are already connected due to your association with a patient there.” He seemed to consider it further. “I will know more once we gather additional information.”
“I look forward to hearing what you discover. The situation does make me wonder what Miss Elmcroft is enduring at the moment.”
“Try not to worry until we know more. Chances are she is truly well, just as she said in her message.” His attention fell to the book she’d been reading when he entered, his obvious delight as he set down his glass to reach for it making her smile. “You’ve been entertaining yourself withThe Principles and Practice of Medical Jurisprudence. How is it?”
The book shared details on forensic science methods, a topic which very much interested Amelia. Henry had seemed pleased by her determination to learn more about the subject, even if hehad stated numerous times that he preferred she not be involved in his cases.
“It is very enlightening, though a bit dry. I do think it will prove quite helpful. I’m finding the section on poisonings fascinating.”
He chuckled. “I can’t wait to hear more. I suppose if you’re determined to assist me with investigations, I would rather you do so from the relative safety of your laboratory than on the streets of London.”
“Hopefully, I will be able to do both,” she countered, before sharing some of what she’d read, only to pause when an odd look crossed his face. “What is it?”
Henry shook his head as if in disbelief, even as he smiled. “I can’t help but count my blessings to have found someone I love who shares the same interests. You are a true gift.”
A well of emotion rose within her and she reached to touch his arm, already pleased she’d rearranged the seating. “I feel exactly the same. Henry—”
Before she could say more, Fernsby appeared in the doorway with a crystal vase half full of water in hand. “Pardon the interruption, but I thought this might be helpful.”
“Perfect, Fernsby. Thank you.” She pointed to where she’d set the flowers.
“And dinner is served,” the butler advised as he reached for the bouquet.
“Excellent.” She turned to Henry. “Mrs. Appleton has a wonderful meal for us this evening.”
“As she always does. You have a talented cook.” Henry rose and offered his arm. “I have looked forward to this since yesterday.”
“So have I.” Any time spent with Henry was a true delight.
They enjoyed asparagus soup, followed by lamb chops with anchovy butter. Their conversation covered everything from the headlines in the news sheet to the health of the Queen.
Henry nodded in thanks as Fernsby topped off their wine glasses before departing the room. “How is it that I feel as if we can discuss anything? It’s as though I’ve known you for much longer than I have.”
Amelia’s heart swelled even more. The entire evening had been filled with moments which touched her. “I feel the same way, Henry. I appreciate that we have not only had the chance to spend time together but found so much in common.” She fingered the stem of her wine glass. “I’m so pleased you’ve met my parents and that I’ve met yours. I think that gives our…our relationship an added depth since family is important to both of us.”
The hesitation that shadowed his expression gave her pause. This time, instead of asking him what caused it she waited, scouring her mind for what she’d said that might have caused him concern.
He set down his fork and lowered his hands to his lap. “There’s something you should know. We have confirmed how important honesty is to both of us...”
She held her breath, her stomach tightening, unable to imagine what he intended to say.
“I’ve mentioned that I always wanted to be a detective,” Henry continued. “To follow in my father’s and grandfather’s footsteps.”
“Yes. Just as your father followed his father, the famous Charles Field, who was friends with Dickens.” She remembered well the stories he’d told her.
