“Von Bremen admitted to the fire in the nursery, Your Grace, and leaving the cat on the tower steps to lure William to the roof.” She closed her eyes. “He intended to push him over the edge.”
“Thank God you stopped him.” Andrew stood, fighting his feelings, drawn to say something, but it was hardly the right time. And he must hasten to London to pass this information on to Castlereagh. There was no time to lose for they might be planning another murder. The coach would have been brought around. And yet, he’d much rather remain with Jenny, which he admitted was entirely inappropriate.
Andrew urged himself to be patient and placed his hands firmly on the back of the chair. “You must rest, Miss Harrismith. Please remain here until you are completely well.”
She frowned. “I should not be in this bedchamber, Your Grace, the servants will not approve.”
“They have been told how you saved my son’s life. They will be happy to serve you.” He stood looking down at her. “You deserve that, and so much more.”
She shook her head. “Who was shot? Was it Mr. Forsythe or Mr. Irvine? Are they all right?”
“My cousin, Raymond, was shot in the shoulder, but is recovering. He bravely distracted Von Bremen, by riding out in full view. It was you calling out and alerting Raymond that made him take evasive action and saved his life.”
She put her hands to her cheeks. “I’m so relieved he’s not badly hurt. I thought for a moment it was you, Von Bremen shot, and when I woke, I didn’t know what had happened. No one would tell me.” She swallowed, and her lip trembled.
Their eyes met, and something that did not require words passed between them. “Jenny, I—” He turned at the knock on the door.
The footman entered and quaked at Andrew’s glower. “Baroness Eisenberg has asked me to inform you she waits below, Your Grace.”
Jenny’s eyes widened.
Andrew cursed under his breath. “We will talk again when I return. My gratitude knows no bounds, Miss Harrismith.”
He strode from the room.
