Confessions at Midnight

While helping himself to eggs, ham, and bacon from the sideboard, Daniel reiterated what Samuel had told the Runner last night. As he took his seat at the head of the table, he concluded by saying, 'I warned Lady Walsh of possible danger. Lady Wingate as well.'

Mayne's impassive face didn't show a flicker of emotion. 'Lady Wingate… is she the reason you lied about your whereabouts the night before last?'

Daniel clenched his jaw. He didn't want this man to know of his affair with Carolyn, but since she clearly intended to tell him herself, there was no point in prevaricating. 'I didn't precisely lie. I did come home. But then I left. And went to Lady Wingate's town house. I didn't tell you, as my private life is none of your business, nor did I want Lady Wingate to become gossip fodder.'

'You were there all night?'

'Until dawn, yes.'

'And Lady Wingate will vouch for this?'

'Yes.'

Mayne's gaze settled for several seconds on Daniel's still damp hair. 'Where were you last night, Lord Surbrooke?'

Annoyance rippled through him at the man's silky tone, and he made him wait for his answer while he chewed then swallowed a forkful of egg. 'In Lady Wingate's garden. Keeping watch.'

'And will Lady Wingate vouch for that as well?'

'She doesn't know I was there.'

'Did anyone see you?'

'No. But my butler and footman know I was.'

'Because they saw you there-or merely because you told them that's where you'd be?'

'Are you insinuating I was somewhere else?'

'If you're asking if I've discovered another body of one of your former lovers, the answer is not yet.' He lifted his china cup and looked at Daniel over the rim. 'The day is young, however.'

'Your time would be better served trying to come up with a plan to capture the true killer.'

'Do you have any suggestions?'

'As a matter of fact, I do. As you know, both murders occurred during or after a party I attended. I'm scheduled to attend a soiree at the home of Lady Pelfield this evening.'

Interest flickered in Mayne's dark eyes. 'So you think it possible our man may strike again tonight. Will Lady Walsh and Lady Wingate be in attendance?'

'I'm not certain about Lady Walsh, although as it's a huge soiree, she probably will. I know Lady Wingate plans to attend.'

'So we could use one of them as bait.'

'No.' The word came out harsh, forceful. 'Absolutely not.' The thought of a murdering madman so much as touching Carolyn twisted his insides into a painful knot. 'I was thinking we could employ extra help and all be extra vigilant. Keep a careful eye on both ladies. Have one of us within arm's reach at all times. As soon as someone tries to lure either of them off alone, we'll have our killer.'

Mayne said nothing for several seconds, just looked at him through his dark, inscrutable eyes. Finally he murmured, 'And what if this is a case of the fox guarding the chicken coop?'

'Meaning what if I'm the one who will attempt to lure one of them off alone?' Daniel leaned forward and narrowed his eyes. 'And what if, Mr. Mayne, you are the fox?'

Something flickered in those dark eyes, then Mayne inclined his head. 'Appears this will be an interesting evening.'

Daniel took a swallow of his coffee, tapped his napkin to his lips, then rose. 'If there's nothing else, I wish to return to Lady Wingate's garden.'

Mayne rose. 'I'll go with you. I'd like to speak to Lady Wingate myself.'

They'd just entered the corridor when Daniel heard the front door open. Seconds later Samuel yelled to Barkley, 'I must speak to his lordship at once!'

His anxious tone shivered a chill down Daniel's spine, and he took off at a dead run toward the foyer, Mayne hot on his heels. As soon as Daniel saw Samuel, his dread grew at the sight of the young man's wide eyes and pale face. His footman was breathing hard and clearly agitated.

'What is it?' Daniel asked tersely. 'Lady Wingate?'

'She's gone, milord.'

Daniel felt the blood rush from his head. 'What do you mean, gone?'

Samuel's words poured out in a rapid flow. 'I were watchin' Lady Wingate's garden, just like ye told me. After a bit Katie came outside. Seen me through the window, she had, and wanted to say hello. We got to talkin' and then she asked me what I were doin'. When I told her I were guardin' the back o' the house in case the murderer were lurkin' about, she says, 'Oh, no need to worry about that, the murderer's been caught.''

'What?' Daniel and Mayne asked in unison.

Samuel nodded. 'That's wot she said. When I asked her how she knew, she said because Lady Wingate had received a note from Lord Surbrooke tellin' her so.'

The floor seemed to shift around Daniel's feet. 'I sent no such note. Where is Lady Wingate now?'

'Katie wasn't sure, she only knew Lady Wingate went out. I told her to get Nelson and find the note. I ran here to tell ye.'

Daniel grabbed his pistol from the foyer table where he'd left it on his way up the stairs. His gaze flicked between Samuel and Mayne. 'Let's go.'

Carolyn made her way along the winding path in Hyde Park and pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders to ward off the damp, chilly breeze. Ghostly fingers of smoky fog rose from the ground, while the dismal sky, gloomy with low-hanging clouds, threatened to spew rain at any moment. As a result the park was deserted.

She hurried along, anxious to reach the spot where Daniel's note had indicated that she would meet him and Mr. Mayne. Thank goodness they'd apprehended the killer. She looked forward to giving the Runner a good dressing down for suspecting Daniel.

The path curved just ahead, which led to the small U-shaped area surrounded by a thick copse of elms and hedges where Daniel had asked her to meet them. She veered off the path and entered the break in the tall hedges. A lone figure stood in the far corner of the small fog-shrouded clearing, and Carolyn called out a greeting.

The figure approached and Carolyn blinked in surprise. 'What are you doing here?'

A smile. And an odd glitter in green eyes that stilled Carolyn and raced an icy shiver down her spine.

A black gloved hand raised a pistol and pointed it at the center of her chest. 'I'm here to see you, Lady Wingate.'

Carolyn stared at the pistol, trying to make sense of what was happening. She drew an unsteady breath and raised her gaze back to those eyes she now realized gleamed with madness. 'Surely that weapon isn't necessary.'

'Oh, but I'm afraid it is. If you cooperate, only you will die. If you move or scream, I'll kill you, then make certain your sister dies next. Do you understand?'

Heart pounding so loud she could hear its echo in her ears, Carolyn managed to nod. 'Yes.'

Dear God. Surely someone-Nelson, Katie, Daniel, someone-would soon realize she'd been lured away on false pretenses. She just had to remain calm and stay alive until they found her. Her gaze flicked to the pistol, which didn't waver at all.

She lifted her chin. 'Obviously the note wasn't from Daniel and I am to be your third victim… or have there been others, Lady Walsh?'

A cunning smile curved Kimberly Sizemore's lips. 'Only Lady Crawford and Lady Margate. After you're gone, I'll have what I want.'

'And what, precisely, is that?'

The smile disappeared and cold, stark hatred kindled in Lady Walsh's eyes. 'I want Daniel ruined. As he ruined me.'