When the last coach—Lady Castlewait’s coach—proved empty, Parker gave a shrug. “I guess Lord Kravets won’t be getting a drunk Lord Wilmington on this night,” he murmured.
Thomas nodded, but his attention was on the gold crest on the Castlewait coach door.
“What is it?” Parker asked, following the younger driver’s line of sight.
“Looks a lot like the baron’s crest is all,” he said with a shrug.
Parker did his best to display a passive expression. “A little, I suppose,” he replied, stunned by the similarity. Only the motto was different. “Well, you have a good night.”
“Thanks for the help,” Thomas replied. “I’ll be getting Mr. Turnbridge home now.”
“Good to meet you. I’m sure we’ll see one another at future entertainments,” Parker said.
He watched as the young man hurried back along the line of coaches, losing sight of him when he climbed onto the driver’s seat.
As anxious as he was to drive to the Castlewait townhouse to return Lord Wilmington’s top hap and tell her ladyship what he had discovered, Parker knew he would have to remain in front of the manor until long after the Kravets coach departed.
