Kills livestock.'
'What's the antidote?' Kev asked sharply.
The leader's reply was soft. 'I don't know. I don't even know if there is one.'
Chapter Twenty-one
After dispatching a footman for the village doctor, Leo decided to go to the Gypsy camp and see how Rohan was faring. Leo couldn't stand the inactivity or suspense of waiting. And he was deeply troubled by the thought of anything happening to Rohan, who seemed to have become the linchpin of the entire family.
Rapidly navigating his way down the grand staircase, Leo had just reached the entrance hall when he was approached by Miss Marks. She had a housemaid in tow and was holding the hapless girl by the wrist. The maid was pale and red-eyed.
'My lord,' Miss Marks said tersely, 'I bid you to come with us to the parlor immediately. There is something you should-'
'In your supposed knowledge of etiquette, Marks, you should know that no one bids the master of the house to do anything.'
The governess's stern mouth twisted impatiently. 'Devil take etiquette. This is important.'
'Very well. Apparently you must be humored. But tell me here and now, as I've no time for parlor chitchat.'
'The parlor,' she insisted.
After a brief glance heavenward, Leo followed the governess and housemaid through the entrance hall. 'I warn you, if this is about some trivial household matter, I'll have your head. I've got a pressing issue to deal with right now, and-'
'Yes,' Marks cut him off as they walked swiftly to the parlor. 'I know about that.'
'You do? Hang it all, Mrs. Barnstable wasn't supposed to tell anyone.'
'Secrets are rarely kept belowstairs, my lord.'
As they went into the parlor, Leo stared at the governess's straight spine, and experienced the same sting of irritation he always felt in her presence. She was like one of those unreachable itches on one's back. It had something to do with the coil of light brown hair pinned so tightly at her nape. And the narrow torso and tiny corseted waist, and the dry, pristine paleness of her skin. He couldn't help thinking about what it would be like to unlace, unpin, and unloosen her. Remove her spectacles. Do things that would make her all pink and steamy and profoundly bothered.
Yes, that was it. He wanted to bother her.
Repeatedly.
Good God, what the bloody hell was wrong with him?
Once they were in the parlor, Miss Marks closed the door and patted the housemaid's arm with a slender white hand. 'This is Sylvia,' she told Leo. 'She saw something untoward this morning and was afraid to tell anyone. But after learning of Mr. Rohan's illness, she came to me with this information.'
'Why wait until now?' Leo asked impatiently. 'Surely anything untoward should be reported at once.'
Miss Marks answered with annoying calmness, 'There are no protections for a servant who inadvertently sees something she shouldn't. And being a sensible girl, Sylvia doesn't want to be made a scapegoat. Do we have your assurance that Sylvia will suffer no ill consequences from what she is about to divulge?'
'You have my word,' Leo said. 'No matter what it is. Tell me, Sylvia.'
The housemaid nodded and leaned against Miss Marks for support. Sylvia was so much heavier than the frail governess, it was a wonder they didn't both topple over. 'My lord,' the maid faltered, 'I polished the fish forks this morning and brought them to the breakfast sideboard, for the sole fillets. But as I came into the morning room, I saw Mr. Merripen and Mr. Rohan out on the terrace, talking. And Dr. Harrow was in the room, watching them. …'
'And?' Leo prompted as the girl's lips trembled.
'And I thought I saw Dr. Harrow put something into Mr. Merripen's coffeepot. He reached for something in his pocket-it looked like one of those queer little glass tubes at the apothecary's. But it was so fast, I couldn't be sure what he'd done. And then he turned around and looked at me as I came into the room. I pretended not to see anything, my lord. I didn't want to make trouble.'
'We think that perhaps Mr. Rohan drank the adulterated beverage,' the governess said.
Leo shook his head. 'Mr. Rohan doesn't take coffee.'
'Isn't it possible that he might have made an exception this morning?'
The edge of sarcasm in her voice was unbearably annoying.
'It's possible. But it wouldn't be in character.' Leo let out a harsh sigh. 'Damn it all. I'll try to find out what, if anything, Harrow did. Thank you, Sylvia.'
'Yes, my lord.' The housemaid looked relieved.
As Leo strode from the room, he was exasperated to discover that Miss Marks was at his heels. 'Do not come with me, Marks.'
'You need me.'
'Go somewhere and knit something. Conjugate a verb. Whatever it is governesses do.'
'I would,' she said acerbically, 'had I any confidence in your ability to handle the situation. But from what I've seen of your skills, I highly doubt you'll accomplish anything without my help.'
Leo wondered if other governesses dared to talk to the master this way. He didn't think so. Why the devil couldn't his sisters have chosen a quiet, pleasant woman instead of this little wasp? 'I have skills you'll never be fortunate enough to see or experience, Marks.'
She made a scornful humph and continued to follow him.
Reaching Harrow 's room, Leo gave a perfunctory knock and went inside. The wardrobe was empty, and there was an open trunk by the bed. 'Do excuse the intrusion, Harrow,' Leo said with only the shallowest pretense of politeness. 'But a situation has arisen.'
'Oh?' The doctor looked remarkably incurious.
'Someone has been taken ill.'
'That is unfortunate. I wish I could be of assistance, but if I am to reach London before midnight, I must leave shortly. You'll have to find another doctor.'
'Surely you have an ethical obligation to help someone who needs it,' Miss Marks said incredulously. 'What about the oath of Hippocrates?'
'The oath is not obligatory. And in light of recent events, I have every right to decline. You will have to find another doctor to treat him.'
Him.
Leo didn't have to look at Miss Marks to know that she, too, had caught the slip. He decided to keep Harrow talking. 'Merripen won my sister fairly, old fellow. And what brought them together was set in motion long before you entered the scene. It's not sporting to blame them.'
'I do not blame them,' Harrow said curtly. 'I blame you.'
'Me? ' Leo was indignant. 'What for? I had nothing to do with this.'
'You have so little regard for your sisters that you would allow not one but two Gypsies to be brought into your family.'
Out of the corner of his eye, Leo saw Dodger the ferret creeping across the carpeted floor. The inquisitive creature reached a chair over which a dark coat had been draped. Standing on his hind legs, he rummaged in the coat pockets.
Miss Marks was speaking crisply. 'Mr. Merripen and Mr. Rohan are men of excellent character, Dr. Harrow. One may fault Lord Ramsay for many other things, but not for that.'
'They're Gypsies,' Harrow said scornfully.
Leo began to speak, but he was cut off as Miss Marks continued her lecture. 'A man must be judged by what he makes of himself, Dr. Harrow. By what he does when no one else is looking. And having lived in proximity to
