he say about that?”
“He didn’t say. But he did swear that he’s not a traitor. He never stopped working for Britain.” I wanted to believe it, and I had to convince Lord Palmerston. “Now he’s in danger because Stieber knows he is an enemy agent who plotted against the Tsar and he is after Niall Kavanagh and the invention.”
Lord Palmerston thoughtfully tapped his cheek with his finger. “How does Stieber know?”
My shame and guilt resurged. “I told him.” I described how the doctor in Bedlam had drugged and mesmerized me, Stieber had interrogated me, and I had spilled the information.
“Shocking and deplorable!” The Queen was ready to believe me, if only to spite Lord Palmerston.
“I beg you to help Mr. Slade,” I said with all the passionate force I could manage. “Please tell your colleagues in the government that he’s not a murderer or a traitor. Please save him from Wilhelm Stieber!” I appealed to Lord Palmerston’s self-interest. “You must save England from the Tsar and Niall Kavanagh’s weapon!”
Lord Palmerston was sympathetic yet still skeptical. “Let me see if I understand you correctly. You heard about the scientist, the invention, and the Tsar’s plot from Slade. You believe that the man who interrogated you in Bedlam is Wilhelm Stieber, who uses the asylum as his personal prison and interrogation ward, because Slade told you as much. Slade also told you that he is innocent of all the crimes laid on him and he has been framed. Is that correct?”
Dismay crept through me because I sensed where this was going. “. .. Yes.”
“In fact, all your information comes from Slade,” Lord Palmerston said.
“Also from Katerina,” the Queen reminded him.
“The incoherent speech of a dying woman,” Palmerston said. “Your Majesty pointed that out earlier.” She looked nonplussed; he’d stymied her with her own statement. “We have only Slade’s word to support Miss Bronte’s story, and Slade has been officially discredited.” He said to me with regret, “The government cannot mount a search for a secret weapon that may not exist. Nor can it take action to protect Slade.”
My heart plunged into despair. Rejected by the highest authority, at the end of my resources and strength, I wanted to put my head on the table and weep.
“The government can take action if I say so,” the Queen declared. “And I say that it shall answer Miss Bronte’s plea for help, rescue John Slade, and save England from a Russian attack!”
Surprise accompanied the hope that revived in me. Even though the Queen was in a contrary mood, I had not expected to find her my partisan. I’d thought she hated me too much.
“That would be most unwise, Your Majesty,” Lord Palmerston said.
“Why?” The Queen was flushed and exuberant, spoiling for another clash of wills with him. Her husband laid a cautioning hand on her arm, but she shook it off. “What is so unwise about helping a friend who once rendered me a heroic service?”
“Should you come to the defense of a traitor, your reputation with the public would suffer,” Lord Palmerston said.
“That is a valid point,” Prince Albert said.
Now faced with two opponents, the Queen swelled with determination. “Then you shall act on my behalf.” She pointed dramatically at Lord Palmerston.
“Me?” He flinched. “What do you expect me to do?”
“You’re so clever, you’ll think of something.”
“But there will be objections from everyone in Parliament.”
“Just run roughshod over them, like you do over me,” the Queen said blithely.
Palmerston tried but failed to hide his dismay. “I don’t have as much influence in Parliament as I once did.” His political exploits had made him not a few enemies.
The Queen glowered at him. “Are you defying me?”
“No, but-”
“Well, it certainly seems you are. In fact, I begin to question your loyalty.”
“I’ve always been your devoted servant,” Palmerston said, but his gallantry fell flat.
“Oh?” The Queen leveled an accusatory stare on him. “You always go against my wishes when it comes to foreign policy. You supplied arms to Garibaldi and his rebels in Italy to use against King Ferdinand. You also supported the revolutionaries in Hungary against the Emperor of Austria. I begin to think this is a deliberate ploy to undermine my relations.” The Queen shared bloodlines with virtually every monarch in Europe. “I wonder if you are trying to take over the world.”
Palmerston laughed. “That’s absurd.”
But perhaps he did entertain such an ambition. I wouldn’t have put it past him. The evening air was thick with sweet, floral fragrances and danger. An insinuation of treason from the Queen was no joke. I could feel Lord Palmerston’s fear.
“Dearest, please don’t say things you’ll regret later.” Prince Albert obviously dreaded the scandal that would ensue if she sent her foreign secretary to the gallows.
The Queen rose up in a magnificent fury. “Don’t tell me what not to say! And don’t tell me to calm down, either! You don’t understand what I go through, ruling a nation while perpetuating the dynasty. Men!” She uttered the word with the same bitter exasperation as I’d heard women everywhere do. She pointed at her husband. “You enjoy yourself while I suffer!”
Lord Palmerston winced: the royal couple’s argument had turned too intimate. He and the Prince seemed to realize that the conversation was headed for dangerous territory.
“I’m sorry, dearest,” the Prince said contritely. “Please forgive me.”
“Your wish is my pleasure to grant,” Lord Palmerston said. The Queen gleamed with triumph. “However, I must warn you that there will be repercussions when this business about Slade becomes public.”
“Then don’t let it become public. That should be easy for you; you excel at covering things up. Work out the details with Miss Bronte. Don’t tell them to me. Wouldn’t you agree that it’s better if I don’t know?” Hinting that his actions must not be traceable to her, the Queen smiled sweetly.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Lord Palmerston said
She said to her husband, “Darling, it’s time to say goodnight to the children.” As she and the Prince strolled hand in hand into the house, she called, “Farewell, Miss Bronte. I trust that we need not meet again soon.”
Lord Palmerston and I looked at each other in mutual flabbergasted silence. The lamp seemed dimmer, as if the Queen had taken some of its light with her. Shadows encroached on the terrace. The evening breeze had turned chilly. Then Palmerston shrugged and smiled.
“Well, that’s that, as far as Her Majesty is concerned. However, there remains a problem. Whoever removed you from Newgate Prison-whether it was Wilhelm Stieber or not-did so through unofficial channels. You are out of jail illegally, which makes you a fugitive.”
“But I’m innocent,” I said, dismayed that he apparently did not intend to make my problems with the law go away. “I don’t belong in jail.”
“I know,” he said with as much conviction as I could have hoped for, “but I’ve little influence with the police. And although I will put forth my best effort for John Slade, it may not be enough.” His smile was rueful. “Slade and I may both take a fall.”
My shoulders slumped as defeat crushed me. If he couldn’t help Slade, who could?
“However, there is a possible solution,” Lord Palmerston said.
“What?” I didn’t like his dubious tone of voice.
“A certain judge owes me a favor. I’ll persuade him to muddle up the records concerning your arrest. It will be a few days before the police realize you’re missing from Newgate. Until then, you’ll be free to help Slade. If you’re lucky, you’ll find evidence to support your story and prove that you’re both innocent. It would certainly help your cause if the weapon does exist and you could obtain it for the British government.”
The daunting weight of responsibility settled on my spirit. “And if I can’t by that time?”
“I suggest that you turn yourself in, stand trial for the murder of Katerina, and trust to the mercy of the court.”
I nodded, for although I knew the court had little mercy and if convicted I would be sentenced to imprisonment, committed to Bedlam, or hanged, what other choice had I?
“It’s too late to do anything tonight,” Lord Palmerston said. “You’ll stay here and recover your strength. Tomorrow, you’ll be given new clothes, money, whatever you need. My men will escort you anywhere you
