Jake found a bundle of sketch maps with fresh ink piled at one end of the floor. The large pile was inviting, but he postponed his search through them, instead pulling open the books on the desk. He had just realized one was a thin ledger book showing payments to different informants when Alison tapped him on the arm.
'A carriage has drawn up.'
'Downstairs,' he hissed as he rushed to the front window to see. 'Tell Claus — no, wait. Too late. It is Keen, damn him, back from the dead. He's already at the steps.' Jake pulled Alison to the door. 'Ordinarily I never kill a man twice, but in his case I will have to make an exception.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
“ You’ll have to go out the hall window,” Jake told Alison, grabbing the ledger book. He reached into his sock and pulled out the Segallas. 'Take this pocket pistol. Do you know how it works?'
Alison nodded. 'I twist the barrels around for two more shots?'
'If anyone tries to stop you, pull both triggers and then run as fast as you can. I'm going to drop down this book to you; it's very important. The alley here,' he said, leading her to the window, 'connects with an old building. Run through it, then meet me at the infirmary. Hurry.'
'But your friend is still downstairs.'
'I will see to him,' said Jake. 'Come on.'
Even hanging from the window ledge, it would be a long jump for the girl. She looked down and hesitated.
'But, Jake, if he really is in danger?'
'I'm glad to see that you have changed your opinion about him,' Jake told her. 'I will hold you out and drop you. Roll on your feet like a cat when you hit the ground.'
'I know how to jump,' she said indignantly.
'Out, then. And don't wait for me.'
'But — '
'General Washington is waiting.' Jake took her and dangled her out, then watched with some satisfaction as she fell with an 'oooff!' and immediately righted herself. He tossed the book down, then yelled 'Go!' as she started to run toward the old creamery.
Jake's shout did not go unnoticed downstairs, though by now it was only one of a panoply of noises whose origin and meaning were a great puzzle to Alain. Van Clynne, of course, realized that his friend must have taken the warning to heart and was even now making good his escape.
Which meant that, despite the perfect moistness of the meat and the excellent — nay, superior — stout the butler had produced, it was time for him to exit as well.
'Well, my lord, I see by the clock that I must go,' he said, rising with some reluctance.
'What clock? Herman, what the hell is going on up there? Where is Jennifer? Van Claus, what is your assistant doing, rogering the maid? Herman, go and see what the blasted hell is going on.'
'Undoubtedly, my lord, I have overstayed my welcome.' Van Clynne reached back to his plate and pocketed a healthy piece of the quail.
'You are not going anywhere,' said Alain, whose voice had taken on a screeching tone. 'Herman! Jennifer!'
'There is a knock on the door, sir,' said the butler, shuffling forward. 'Should I see to it?'
'Yes, see to it. What the hell was that thud? Was that a bird by the window?'
'I wonder,' asked van Clynne, the color suddenly run from his face, 'is there a back exit?'
'What?'
'Obviously, the Sons of Liberty are launching an attack,' said the Dutchman hurriedly. 'You secure the upstairs, and I will see to the back.'
'But — '
'Quickly, sir. Young Al — '
'Yes, he is unprotected upstairs,' said Alain, suddenly snapping up and dashing from the room.
Jake ran back to the office to grab the maps. He removed the silk ribbon from his ponytail, only to find the black cloth was not nearly long enough to hold all the papers. He tied together what he could and ran back to the window.
He had just reached it when his lordship began mounting the steps. The patriot spy went out in a headfirst tumble, barely managing to tuck his legs below himself as he hit the ground.
It was a moment before he could recover sufficiently to pick up the bundle of maps and take the pistol from his belt. Alain had either missed his jump or had gone to attend to the maid; Jake took advantage of this reprieve to sneak to the dining room window. He reached over with his hand and flung it open, and in the next second jumped up, gun ready…
And came face to beard with van Clynne, wearing one of his more quizzical looks.
'Thank you, sir,' said the Dutchman. 'But I already am armed.'
'This way. Keen is on the steps outside, with Bauer and his brother-in-law.'
'The butler will be several years letting them in,' said the Dutchman. 'Lord Peter has gone upstairs. I assume the young lady is with you?'
'She's halfway back to the infirmary by now.'
'Excellent. All according to my plan. I will proceed to the rear exit, through the kitchen.'
'Hurry,' said Jake, realizing the window was too small to accommodate van Clynne's girth. 'Go through the old creamery behind the building.'
'I have already made quite a study of the layout, with your friend Culper's assistance,' sniffed van Clynne. 'See to your own escape, sir. Mine is as good as done.'
'Give me that case there,' Jake told van Clynne, pointing at a portfolio. He placed the maps and pistol inside so he would appear just one more messenger on the street. 'Get back in one piece, Claus,' said Jake as he snapped the window shut. He noted with some satisfaction that the Dutchman left the dining room with more than his usual alacrity, then crept to the front of the alley.
The doctor succeeded in pounding his way inside the door just as a fresh coach pulled up beyond Keen's to the very head of the alley. This carried Lady Patricia, who had been detained at the dress shop. Jake crossed to watch her alight as she stepped from the carriage prematurely into the street, directly into the path of an oncoming wagon.
Dropping his portfolio, the patriot caught Lady Patricia around the waist an instant before she plunged into the horses' path. He swept her around, ignoring the deep splatter of muck that splashed on his back. No gentleman of London or Paris bowed as neatly as he when depositing her safely on her feet at the side of the road.
'You!” she cried. “What are you doing here? And dressed as a carpenter?'
'I was about to ask you the same thing,' said Jake. 'Was that Dr. Harland Keen who just went into the house?'
'The doctor was just looking for you,' said Lady Patricia.
'Indeed,' said Jake. 'But I think I will delay our appointment a while longer.'
'Jake — '
There was a certain note in her voice, a mixture of affection and apprehension. Whether it came because she thought he meant to dally with her, or whether it was intended to imply she wanted him to, was impossible to tell. In any event, her brother and husband were now coming down from the doorstep, and Jake decided he needed some expedient to distract their attention.
At least that was his official reason for taking Lady Patricia back into his arms and kissing her.
Her reaction differed from the maid's only in that her lips pressed back sharply. In fact, despite the surrounding circumstances, this was quite a pleasant and lasting kiss.
