“I thought the Duke of Moreland …” she said.
“Elliott?” He searched her eyes with his own.
“Oh,” she said, and the sound came out as a near wail. “I
“Elliott and Con have been bitter enemies since before I knew either,” he said.
“That is because Constantine was selling the Merton jewels to finance the project at his brother’s behest,” she said. “It was all his brother’s idea, though he embraced it wholeheartedly himself. But the Duke of Moreland accused
She watched him draw in a deep breath, hold it, and then release it slowly.
“I am not sure Elliott will be willing to help, Your Grace,” he said. “Let me—”
But Lady Sheringford was on her feet and approaching across the room.
“Of course he will help, Stephen,” she said briskly.
“I must
Suddenly everything was taken out of her hands. The guests would
And Mr. Newcombe knew just where Ainsley Park was situated. Although he had never been there, it was no farther than twenty miles from his own home. He had even heard some good things about the training school there. He had not realized that the owner and Mr. Huxtable, his fellow guest here, were one and the same. If he had, he would have enjoyed a good heart-to-heart chat with him on the subject.
Cassandra had hurried from the room. She was going to come too and had gone to prepare the nurse and the baby for an imminent departure.
“Come, Hannah,” Barbara said, quiet and efficient in her usual way. “You must change your clothes and have a bag packed. I will see to everything else.”
Lord Sheringford had gone to order up the Merton carriage.
An hour later Hannah was on the way to London. The Earl of Merton sat opposite her with Cassandra. He was holding the baby, who was fast asleep. Apparently Cassandra had fed him before leaving.
Where was Constantine now? How far had he gone?
Would he be in time?
Would it matter even if he were?
Would the Duke of Moreland go?
Would
Would his influence be powerful enough to stop the madness of hanging a mentally handicapped man whose only crime was trying to put right a wrong that had happened because of his carelessness?
The king.
Hannah pressed herself back into the corner of her seat and closed her eyes tightly.
Could she?
Chapter 18
THE DUKE OF MORELAND was at breakfast in his London home on Cavendish Square when he was informed that her grace, the Duchess of Dunbarton, and the Earl of Merton were in the visitors’ parlor, requesting a moment of his time on a matter of some urgency. His duchess had joined him only a few moments before.
It was early. The duke was due at the House of Lords later and always liked to spend an hour with his secretary, discussing the business of the day, before he went. The duchess was still being dragged from her bed at an unholy hour each morning by a ravenous eight-month-old son, who had not yet learned that there were far more civilized hours at which to demand his breakfast.
They both appeared in the visitors’ parlor long before Hannah could establish a satisfactory route to pace. She had changed her clothes since arriving in London a few hours ago, but she had not slept. She would have come and banged on the duke’s door long ago if decency had not prevailed. The Earl of Merton had been good enough to arrive back at Dunbarton House a good ten minutes earlier than he had promised.
“Stephen,” the duchess said, hugging her brother warmly, though she did look at him and then glance at Hannah with some curiosity.
“Duchess? Stephen? Good morning.” The duke looked keenly from one to the other of them.
Hannah did not wait for any further preliminaries.
“You must help Constantine,” she said, taking a few steps closer to the duke. “Please. You must.”
“Con?” The duke’s eyes came fully to rest on her—blue eyes in a narrow, dark-complexioned face with an austere, autocratic expression. So like Constantine and yet so unlike. “Must I, ma’am?”
“Constantine?” the duchess said at the same time. “Is he in some trouble?”
“A man is going to be hanged in Gloucestershire,” Hannah said, feeling out of breath, as if she must have run all the way here instead of riding in the earl’s carriage. “And Constantine has gone to save him. But he will not be able to do it. He has no authority. You do. You are the
It all seemed perfectly clear to her.
“Elliott,” the Earl of Merton began, but the duke held up a staying hand.
“Vanessa,” he said without taking his eyes off Hannah, “would you be so good as to have coffee brought in for the duchess? And for Stephen too, my love. They both look as if they must have just arrived back from Kent and have not breakfasted.”
“I will have some toast fetched too,” his duchess said as she left the room.
The duke took Hannah by one elbow and indicated a chair close by. She sat down heavily.
“Tell me about the man who is to be hanged, ma’am,” he said. “And his connection to Con.”
What had she said already? Probably not nearly enough. She had wanted to be as brief as possible so that he could be on his way to Ainsley Park without delay.
“He stole some chickens,” she said, “because he was afraid Constantine would be disappointed in him for leaving the door of the coop unlatched and letting the fox in, but he did not really understand that he was stealing