Page 20 of Secrets of the Heart

“Besides, it is scarcely a fit subject for a lady,” Michael pointed out. When Richard looked doubtful, Michael added, “Would you have told Caroline that you were investigating murders and such?”

“Well, no,” Richard admitted. “But I have learned a great deal since then. Jessica would have my head on a platter if I kept something like that from her. And given the way she and Miranda reacted to the dangers they have faced the last year…”

“It is an entirely different matter,” Michael argued. “Rachel is not a soldier’s daughter like your wife. Nor did some American trapper teach her how to shoot a gun when she was eight years old, like Miranda. Rachel is a gently reared Englishwoman, and she is quite unused to tales of murder and robbery. Good God, Richard, she has no idea what the underbelly of London is like—the poverty and crime, the appalling dirt and disease. She would be horrified to hear about my forays into that world. It would only worry and upset her.”

There had been times when Michael had wanted quite badly to tell Rachel about his cases. It would have been pleasant to have been able to confide in her, to discuss his thoughts on the mysteries that confronted him and to hear what insight Rachel might provide in the matter. But he had always stopped himself. It would have been grossly unfair to relieve himself of his burdens at Rachel’s expense.

“Perhaps…” Richard said, looking less than convinced. “But I have learned the past few months that women are far stronger than we think. You might be surprised to find that Rachel would take it all in her stride.”

Richard did not add his other thought, that one could scarcely have a full relationship with one’s wife if she knew so little about one’s life. He knew that Michael’s marriage bore little resemblance to his own intense, close and sometimes tempestuous relationship with Jessica. Michael had never told him about Rachel’s last-minute elopement with another man, but his first wife, Rachel’s sister Caroline, had not been so reticent. It was easy to see, watching the two of them together, that the deep rift had never been healed.

Richard was deeply fond of both of them. Michael had been one of his best friends for almost fifteen years, for they had met when they were first young gentlemen on the town in London. And Rachel had been a rock of support for him during the long, dark years after her sister’s death. He would have given almost anything to help the two of them overcome their past and have a happy marriage, but he was also certain that Michael would not have welcomed his interference.

“I see no reason to worry her with it,” Michael replied.

Richard shrugged. “Then you had best do a bang-up job of hiding it from her, for if she finds out, you will rue the day you didn’t tell her. Women hate secrets—if they aren’t their own.” He paused, watching Michael, then added, “Who wants you dead?”

Michael rolled his eyes. “No one that I know of. I can’t imagine why anyone would. I’ve made absolutely no progress on the last case Cooper brought me. I’m no danger to anyone; I have no idea whatever who stole the manuscript.”

Richard frowned. “Manuscript?”

“Yes. It was an illuminated manuscript from the eleventh century. Quite rare and valuable. Belonged to the Earl of Setworth.”

“The stuttering chap?”

Michael nodded. “The same. He came to me because Sir William Godfrey told him about how I helped Cooper solve the theft of his wife’s necklace. He already had a Runner on it, not Cooper, but they had had no luck. The manuscript was Setworth’s prize possession, and he kept it in a secret room in his study. Well, obviously, my first thought—and Bow Street’s, too—was that it could not have been a thief off the street. It had to be someone with inside knowledge.”

“One of the servants?”

Michael shrugged. “Setworth swore that none of them knew the mechanism that opened the door to the room. He doesn’t even believe that any of them knew that there was a secret room in his study at all. The Runner he hired had investigated them—none of them had left Setworth’s employ in the months after the theft, and none of them had shown signs of sudden wealth. And there had been no one let go for over year prior to that, and that time it was only a scullery maid who would have never gone into the study. I had one of the chaps I use sometimes pose as a servant and get hired there. He never heard a whisper of anyone knowing anything about the theft. Setworth swore that no one but his two sons knew how to operate the mechanism, and, of course, he was adamant that neither of them would have stolen the manuscript.”

“Did you believe him?”

“I rarely trust anyone as much as the victims seem to, but I could not find any reason to believe either one of them had stolen it. They seemed to live within their allowances, no large debts or questionable friends. When I questioned the earl closely, he did admit that at a house party a few weeks before the theft, he had shown the manuscript to some of his guests. However, he did not believe that any of them had been able to see what trick he used to open the door. I thought they were the most likely suspects, but when I looked into their finances, none of them had come into any windfall lately. Well, actually one of them had, a chap whose uncle had died and he had inherited, but that had occurred several months prior to the party. They were not all wealthy, of course, but again, there were no large debts or shady acquaintances.”

“Then do you think it was a random thief—an outsider?”

“It wasn’t random. Whoever went in had to know about the manuscript and where it was kept—it was the only thing taken. There were no signs of a break-in—Setworth didn’t even know it was gone until one morning when he went in to spend a few minutes admiring it and discovered it was gone. It could have been taken any time during the two weeks before that. That was the last time he saw it.”

“Word could easily have gotten around about Setworth’s manuscript. Obviously he showed it to people, and people talk. Perhaps some thief heard about it, even heard that it was in a secret room, and he went in and found the room and the mechanism. Perhaps it wasn’t as difficult as Lord Setworth thought.”

“Perhaps. But if so, he is a smarter man than I. I visited Setworth House and went to the study and spent the better part of a day trying to find the secret room and figure out how it worked. I finally worked out where it had to be because of the thickness of the walls joining the library with the study. However, I still was completely unable to open it. Setworth had to come in and open it for me. The only thing I learned was that he was not as stealthy in opening it as he thought. I managed to see enough of what he did that later I could have opened it. But, still, that narrows it down to maybe fifty or a hundred guests whom Setworth probably showed it to over the course of the years—and there’s no telling how many of them might have told someone else about the clever mechanism.”

“Well, supposing it was the most recent guests, the ones to whom you know he showed it…”

Michael grimaced. “Difficult to establish whether any of them could have done it. There was a two-week period during which it could have happened. It’s hard to have an alibi for two weeks running—although one fellow was apparently in bed sick for nearly all that time, plus another week convalescing. And another was sworn to have been in London by his wife and four children, as well as all the servants.”

“Are you saying you have given up, then?”

“I was ready to,” Michael admitted. “Until this happened. Now I’m wondering if I am close to the answer and just don’t realize it. Even if I’m not, I have to go back and try again. I can’t let it go if Rachel is going to get dragged into it. If someone really wishes me harm, it would be easiest to do it through her. She will be in London, unprotected….”

“Do you plan to stay with her all Season, then?”

Michael shook his head. It was a tempting, tormenting idea, one he had been considering all day on the ride to Darkwater. “No. I have sent a note to Cooper to hire someone to keep watch on Rachel and the house. But the best thing I can do to protect her is to solve this riddle and get the miscreant behind bars. Besides, she would know something was wrong if I remained the whole Season in London. I will assume one of my disguises.”

“You’ll go to Lilith’s, then?”

Michael nodded. “Yes. And see if I can get any help from Rob, though he is out of the business now.”