the upper shoulder, the pistol ball passing through the muscle back to front, nicking his collarbone and making a mess of his pectoral muscle, but high enough to miss his lung and any major arteries. The ball had exited the wound, so she did not think he would suffer lead poisoning. He might well die of septic infection, however, if she could not keep the wound clean. To aid in this, she fetched a generous portion of Engelbert’s excellent schnapps, in which she soaked Giles’ bandages. She also gave him a sip of laudanum to lull the pain and then, as the wounded man drifted off to sleep, she had gone out to bring Kit home.
Wilhelmina moved to stand beside the invalid’s bed; she put a hand to his forehead and with some relief determined that there was as yet no fever. The patient stirred at her touch and surfaced from his groggy sleep. Momentarily confused, he started up. Pain instantly grabbed him. His face contorted, and he fell back once more with a groan.
“Easy there,” Wilhelmina told him. “You’re safe now. Take a deep breath.” She waited while he pulled himself together. “You’ve had a pretty narrow escape. I gave you some laudanum, and you’ve been asleep. Do you remember what happened?”
He nodded on the pillow. “Mr. Livingstone… did he escape?”
“Kit got away. Some of the townsfolk think they saw him jump into the river. Burleigh thinks Kit might have swum to the other side. They’ve been looking for him there.”
Giles licked dry lips.
“You will be thirsty. I’ll get you some water. Is there much pain?”
“No, my lady.” He gave his head a feeble shake.
“Liar. I’ll get you some more laudanum. It makes you groggy, but it will numb the pain.” She put her palm to his forehead again. “Don’t worry. You’re going to get through this.”
He bent his head to try to see his wound; when that did not work, he touched it gingerly with his fingertips. The touch made him wince.
“I’m no doctor,” Mina said, “but I don’t think there was very much internal damage. You’ve got a broken collarbone-that seems to be the worst of it. One of the better physicians in the city comes to the coffeehouse every day, and I’ll have him look in on you when he arrives.”
“Is Burleigh still here?”
“Don’t you worry about him. He’s out chasing Kit and won’t be coming back here any time soon.”
“And Mr. Livingstone? Will he come here?”
“Soon,” she told him. “No. I went to fetch him, but he was not where I told him to be. I don’t know what happened. Probably he just wandered off. I’ll go back and try again as soon as I can.” She turned to go. “But now I’ll bring you the laudanum and some water. You should rest.”
He nodded. Then, as she left the room, he said, “Thank you, Miss Wilhelmina.”
“You’re not out of the woods, so don’t thank me yet. You won’t be completely safe until you’re far away from here. We have to get you well enough to travel.”
“Where am I going?”
“Home.”
CHAPTER 32
I never meant to betray them,” insisted Lady Haven Fayth. “Believe me, I pray you.”
Wilhelmina regarded her doubtfully. There was much about the young woman to admire-her startling beauty, her quick and ready mind, her formidable strength of will-but there was also much about the russet-haired lady that invited distrust.
When Mina did not respond to this confidence, Lady Fayth continued. “Our circumstances were desperate, and worse. Poor Cosimo and my dear Uncle Henry were already dead-there was nothing whatever to be done for them-and we were slowly dying of thirst. When the Black Earl condescended to see us, he arrived bearing an offer of survival. Gramercy, I seized the opportunity forthwith, lest it prove a chimera.” She pressed Wilhelmina’s hand earnestly, willing her to accept the truth of what she was saying. “There was no time to explain, I was compelled to act at once.” She frowned, remembering that awful day. “Kit and Giles were no use-all full of affronted bravado and doomed honour-they were no use at all.”
“That much I do believe,” allowed Wilhelmina. “But why did Burleigh choose you? Why you and not Kit?”
“We had a glancing acquaintance,” replied Haven, and then went on to explain how she had met the earl previously when he had come looking for Sir Henry at Clarivaux. “It fell out that my father invited him to supper, and I dined with them.” She paused, her expression pleading. “In clearest hindsight, I see that he was seeking to draw my uncle into his nefarious schemes, but there was no hint of it then. Quite the contrary, indeed.”
“So, Burleigh shows up in Egypt and makes you an offer you cannot refuse, is that it?”
“But you do see, do you not?” replied Lady Fayth, as if obstinacy alone could persuade. “There was simply no point in all of us dying in that tomb. By remaining alive, I perceived that I might return to rescue the others. That, I most heartily assure you, was my sole hope and most fervent intent.”
“You meant to come back and free them?” said Wilhelmina dubiously. They were sitting in the Grand Imperial at a table in the rear of the house. It was the middle of the afternoon, the slow time of day; the serving staff were waiting on the few patrons, and Etzel was napping upstairs.
“It was my plan to return to the tomb as soon as I could slip away from the Black Earl’s knavish clutches.”
“Then why didn’t you? Why did you wait so long?”
“Burleigh’s men,” answered Haven readily. “The day after we left the tomb, His Lordship’s hired ruffians arrived in Karnak with the report that the two young gentlemen had died. The disease of the desert tomb had taken its dreadful toll, they said. I was devastated. .. inconsolable, of course.”
“Of course.”
“To be sure, I knew nothing else until I saw Kit sitting in this very coffeehouse not two evenings ago.” She gazed across the table at Wilhelmina, suitably contrite and forthright. “What is more, I can vouchsafe that Lord Burleigh was ignorant of any other outcome until he was apprised of their presence by his hirelings.”
Wilhelmina considered this. It was all plausible, and it fit with most of what she already knew. She was inclined to accept that, however self-serving, Lady Fayth was telling the truth-at least insofar as Kit and Giles were concerned. About her involvement with Burleigh, Mina still had doubts about the young woman’s sincerity.
“The Black Earl was not best pleased with his minions,” Haven continued. “They have been consigned to outer darkness with much weeping and gnashing of teeth-until such time as they can redeem themselves in His Lordship’s sight.”
“Then I suppose we all owe you a debt of gratitude, my lady,” ventured Wilhelmina.
“Pray, not so!” she objected. “Kit lost and poor Giles wounded-that is hardly a result worthy of commendation or merit.”
“It could have been much, much worse,” Wilhelmina conceded. “Thanks to your timely warning, they were able to get away. As to that,” she continued, “what was that package you gave Kit just before he fled the coffeehouse?”
“Package?”
“That little parcel…” Mina described a small square with her fingers. “What was that?”
“It was a book.”
“A book? That’s all?”
“Oh, not just any book, mind you,” Haven said, then lowered her voice. “It was the green book -that is to say, Uncle Henry’s private journal of his investigations into ley leaping.”
“By ley leaping, you mean-”
Haven nodded. “I believe you know well enough what I mean.”
“Do I?”
“Do you not?”
