Farnsworth his grudging respect for their cleverness.
His thoughts switched to Samantha and a muscle ticked in his jaw. Damn it, she was no doubt frantic. Regret weighed upon him for what she would face in the wake of his arrest and hanging. Regret that he would never have the chance to be her husband. To laugh and love with her. At least he'd secured her financial future. The Countess of Wesley was an extremely wealthy woman. He prayed she would depart England. Leave the scandal behind and start a new life.
His attention focused once again on the magistrate. Straton continued to stare out the window. His face appeared pale, and his hands were fisted at his sides in a white-knuckled grip. Nearly a full minute of deafening silence passed.
Finally Straton turned to his subordinate. 'Excellent work, Farnsworth,' he said. 'You passed the test in an extremely admirable fashion.'
Eric felt the same puzzlement that blanketed Farnsworth's face.
'Test, sir?' Farnsworth asked, scratching his head.
'Yes. I've had my eye on you for quite some time now for a promotion, but it was necessary for me to test your skills, as I'm sure you understand.'
'Er, actually, no-'
'Lord Wesley, who has shown great generosity in offering his assistance during this investigation, was kind enough to lend me the use of his home.'
Straton clasped his hands behind his back and continued, 'As per my instructions, the earl hid this mask, which is a replica of the Bride Thief's I fashioned based on descriptions from witnesses, at Wesley Manor. I knew if your deductive skills were honed enough to locate the mask, Farnsworth, you deserved the promotion.' He turned to Eric. 'A secret panel under your desk, my lord? Fiendishly clever hiding spot. I thank you for your help.'
Shock rippled through Eric. Only a lifetime of keeping his emotions in check kept him from showing the same slack-jawed reaction as Farnsworth. Surely his hearing was afflicted. What the hell was Straton talking about?
Turning back to Farnsworth, Adam extended his hand. 'Congratulations, Farnsworth. Your promotion entails you heading up a new case concerning suspected smugglers. I'll brief you on your assignment tomorrow morning.'
His face now wreathed in a smiling combination of flushed pride and bemusement, Farnsworth shook his boss's hand. 'Thank you, sir! I'm quite overwhelmed.' His smile faded. 'Of course the bad news is that we still haven't apprehended the Bride Thief.' He turned a sheepish look on Eric. 'I thought we had our man with you, Lord Wesley. My apologies.'
Not trusting his voice, Eric merely inclined his head in reply.
'Yes, unfortunately the Bride Thief is still at large,' Straton said. He turned to Eric and pinned
The unbelievable truth slowly worked its way through Eric's confusion.
He'd been set free.
While there was no mistaking the magistrate's warning regarding further kidnappings, there was also no denying the fact that Straton had saved his life.
Farnsworth laid a comforting hand on Straton's shoulder. 'That's the spirit, sir. You'll capture the Bride Thief when he shows himself again.'
Straton and Eric shared a long look. Then the magistrate said, 'We won't keep you any further, your lordship. Our best wishes to you and your wife.'
Eric somehow managed to find his voice. 'Thank you.'
Farnsworth opened the door, then stepped from the office. As the magistrate made to follow, Eric said, 'I'd like a word with you, Straton.'
The magistrate paused in the doorway, then turned back into the room, closing the door.
Eric looked at the man who had saved him from the gallows and said just one word. 'Why?'
Straton leaned against the door, and Eric noticed his gaze again drift toward the window, outside of which Margaret stood beneath the majestic oak. Looking at Eric once more, he said, 'I had a very illuminating conversation with your sister today.'
Eric's muscles instantly tensed. 'Margaret knows nothing about any of this.'
'Yes, I know. But now I understand why you did… what you did. You couldn't save her, so you saved others.' He crossed his arms over his chest, and heat flared in his eyes. 'She told me if she'd been offered the chance to escape from her marriage-the sort of freedom offered by the Bride Thief-she'd have embraced the opportunity. She'd have been spared those years of misery.'
'And if you think that doesn't eat at me every day, you're sadly mistaken.'
'And now that I know she suffered at his hands… that will eat at
Adam drew a deep breath, then continued. 'Interest in the Bride Thief will eventually wane after he's not heard from anymore. In a few months, I shall inform
He indicated the mask still clenched in Eric's hand. 'Burn that. And see to it that I never hear from the Bride Thief again. But if you decide to continue to help women through
Eric tucked the wadded black silk in his pocket. 'Consider the Bride Thief gone. I do plan to still help these women-through
'I don't know how to thank you…' Eric's voice trailed off. Actually, perhaps he
A deep red flush crept up Straton's face. 'Lady Darvin is a very fine lady-'
'I've no desire to dance around this with you. Give me an honest answer. Do you care for her?'
Straton's lips thinned. 'Yes.'
'Do you love her?'
Eric watched Straton's throat work, then the man jerked his head in a nod. 'But you need not concern yourself that I'll act upon those feelings,' he said in a tight voice. 'I'm aware of my unsuitability for a lady such as your sister.'
Eric crossed the room, stopping directly in front of Straton. 'A lady such as my sister deserves a man who loves her. A man she loves in return. That is not what she had with her nobleman. Therefore, I'd say it's time she had a noble
Straton hesitated for several seconds, then clasped Eric's hand in a firm grip. 'I never thought to… I wouldn't have imagined.' A look of wonder came over his face. 'She is everything I've always wanted.'
An image of Samantha flashed in Eric's mind. 'I know exactly what you mean.'
Eric paused in the church doorway and watched Adam Straton approach Margaret. Satisfied that he'd secured his sister's happiness, he looked to find his own. And found her standing amidst her mother and sisters, who all chattered around her. Samantha, however, was looking at Adam Straton. As if she felt Eric's stare, her gaze flew to the church doorway and their eyes met.
She immediately disengaged herself from her family and walked toward him with those purposeful strides he loved. He waited for her, and when she arrived at the doorway, he pulled her inside and quickly explained what had