done with remarkable workmanship. I rested the delicate thing on my palm. 'You might be wrong,' I said. 'Are you prepared to be?'
'Mr. Grenville promised you would help me,' Lady Clifford said, tears in her voice. 'Waters is a good girl. She doesn't deserve to be in a gaol cell with common criminals. Oh, I cannot bear to think what she is suffering.'
She broke into another flood of weeping. Some ladies could cry daintily, even prettily, but not Lady Clifford. Her large body heaved, her sobs choked her, and she blew her nose with a snorting sound.
I set the miniature beast back on its shelf. Lady Clifford might be wrong that the solution was simple, but she was in genuine distress. The fact that some of this distress was pity for her poor maid made up my mind.
Lady Clifford sniffled again into the abused handkerchief. 'Mr. Grenville said I could rely on you utterly.'
The little baboon smiled at me, knowing I was caught. 'Very well, my lady,' I said. 'I will see what I can do.'
'I did not exactly say that,' Grenville protested.
I eyed him from the opposite seat in his splendid carriage. I had awakened with the very devil of a headache, but I felt slightly better this afternoon, thanks to the concoction that my landlady, Mrs. Beltan, had stirred for me upon seeing my state. Grenville had arrived at my rooms not long later, and now we rolled across London in pursuit of the truth.
In his suit of finest cashmere and expensive kid gloves, Grenville's slim form was a tailor's delight. I bought my clothes secondhand, though I had a coat from Grenville's tailor that he'd insisted on gifting to me when my best coat had been ruined on one of our adventures.
I said, 'Lady Clifford strikes me as a woman who so much wishes a thing to be true, that it is true. To her. But this does not mean she is mistaken. If the maid did not steal the necklace, I have no wish to see her hang.'
'Nor do I,' Grenville said. 'Her predicament played on my sympathy. Lady Clifford might have exploited that, but I sensed she genuinely cares for poor Waters.' He gazed out at the tall houses of Piccadilly then back at me, a sparkle in his eyes I'd not seen since before he'd been injured. 'So, my friend, we are off on another adventure. Where do we begin?'
'I should speak to Pomeroy,' I said.
I imagined my old sergeant's dismay when I turned up to muck about in what he'd believed a straightforward arrest. 'And I'd like to speak to the maid Waters if I can. And we can try to discover what became of the necklace-whether anyone purchased it, and from where, and trace backward from there, perhaps to the culprit.'
Grenville grimaced and glanced again at the city rolling by outside. 'A needle in a haystack I would say.'
'Not necessarily.' I had pondered this all night, at least, as far as my inebriation would let me. 'A master thief would try to get the necklace to the Continent, to be reset and sold. In that case the necklace is gone forever, and the maid obviously did not escape with it. At most, she was an accomplice. As highly as Lady Clifford speaks of her, we cannot rule out the possibility that Waters was coerced by a lover to steal the jewels. A petty thief, on the other hand, might try to dispose of the necklace quickly, close to home, which means London. If I were the thief, I'd find a pawnbroker not much worried about where the merchandise came from, one who knew he could reset and sell the thing with no one being the wiser.'
'Your knowledge of the criminal mind is astonishing,' Grenville said.
I gave him a half smile. 'Sergeant Pomeroy likes to tell me about it over a pint now and again. And Sir Gideon Derwent has worked to reform criminals most of his life. He's told me many interesting tales.'
'Very well, then, a petty thief who seized an opportunity might sell it to a shady London pawnbroker. But what if you were Mrs. Dale? A gently born lady, who likely has no knowledge of unsavory pawnbrokers?'
I shrugged. 'If she is the evil viper Lady Clifford paints her, she either passed it to a confederate to dispose of it for her, or she is hiding it to pin the blame on the maid and upset Lady Clifford.'
'A dangerous proposition. Would Mrs. Dale risk hanging to gloat over her rival?'
'I have no idea,' I said. 'The ways of lady rivals are unknown to me. But if the maid or other servants stole the necklace, we will find it at a pawnbroker's.'
'Yes, but which one?'
'We check them all,' I said.
Grenville gave me a look of dismay. I had always wondered how Grenville would respond when my adventures turned into dogged work, but to his credit, he did not try to wriggle out of his offer to help. 'It will take less time if we recruit Bartholomew and Matthias and divide the search.'
'Some areas are more likely than others,' I assured him. 'Not every corner in London sports an unsavory pawnbroker. And the theft will be talked about. We might be able to pry loose some information, at the very least.'
Grenville squared his shoulders, wincing a little because the wound he'd received during our last investigation still pained him. 'Very well. I will change my boots and soldier on.'
The carriage listed around the corner, and I braced my walking stick against the floor to steady myself. The handle was shaped like a the head of a goose and bore the inscription, Captain G. Lacey, 1817. A gift, and a fine one, and it gave me an idea.
'I know someone who does understand the ways of lady rivals,' I said.
Grenville knew exactly who I meant. He shot me a grin. 'Ah, but will she help?'
'Who can say? She will either be interested or show me the door.' Lady Breckenridge was nothing if not unpredictable.
'Her observations are usually directly on the mark,' Grenville said. 'I saw her last week at a garden party, where she told me that if I'd hurt myself during the Sudbury affair, it was my own fault for not taking proper care when it came to you. Any friend of Captain Lacey, she said, was bound to come to some kind of danger, and that I was a fool to take what you did lightly.'
My fingers twitched on the walking stick. 'Considering I almost got the poor woman roasted alive, that remark was almost kind.'
'And probably true, with regard to me. I tend to believe myself untouchable.'
I still hadn't quite recovered my guilt over the incident, though Grenville had cheerfully taken the entire blame himself.
'I will write to her,' I said. 'And discover whether she will condescend to see me. If she does not think it too dangerous to associate with me.'
'She would be an excellent person to ask for the lady's point of view.'
'I hesitate to mention it,' I said. 'But so would Marianne. She's been an actress for some time, so she'd have seen female rivalry, as well as, I'm sorry to say, petty theft.'
Grenville's expression went still, even blank, which I'd come to learn was his way of stemming his anger. Marianne Simmons, who had lived upstairs from me before Grenville had spirited her away to a fine house in Clarges Street, was a bit of a sore point between us.
Marianne, as poor as she was, did not like cages, no matter how luxurious, and she'd flown from Grenville's almost at once. I knew why, and the reason was a good one, but I suspected she'd not yet told Grenville. She'd softened toward him when he'd been injured, but I hadn't spoken to her since his recovery.
'I am afraid I've not seen much of Miss Simmons of late,' Grenville said in a cold voice. 'But please, do ask her advice if you think it would be helpful.'
'I've not seen her either. I wondered if you had.'
'Not since shortly after our return from Sudbury.' His frown held frustration, anger, and concern.
'I would not worry about her. Marianne is resilient and will turn up when she feels it necessary.'
'Indeed.'
Grenville glanced out the window again, and though he'd never admit it, even under torture, I knew he was struggling to regain his composure. The closest we'd come to a permanent falling out had been over Marianne. He knew that I knew her secret, and that I had given her my word not to tell him. Grenville and I had made an agreement not to speak of the matter, but I knew it grated on him.
Grenville at last turned back to me, his lips tight but his equanimity restored. 'I will obtain a map and ask Gautier about pawnbrokers,' he said. 'If we divide the task between us and Matthias and Bartholomew, we can
