He glanced back at Madeline.
She was reaching for paper and pen. “Send Fanning-he’s reliable under pressure.” She looked at Harry. “Send all the other grooms to me-I’ll have notes ready for them soon.”
“Milsom can stay and assist you.” Gervase locked his gaze on the boys. “Come on-let’s get my message off.”
With last glances at Madeline-who already had her head bowed over a note-Harry and Edmond rose and followed Gervase into the corridor.
They found Fanning in the stables; Gervase recited his message to Charles, had Fanning repeat it, then sent him off. Leaving the other grooms saddling up to take Madeline’s notes to the castle and surrounding farms, Gervase beckoned the two boys to accompany him and headed back to the house.
Pausing outside the side door, he turned to them. “Where’s a safe place to talk?”
Harry exchanged a look with Edmond, then volunteered, “The library.”
Gervase waved them ahead of him; he followed them along a corridor and into the library.
Closing the doors behind him, he faced them. They’d turned and fixed big eyes on him.
“What is it?” Harry asked.
“Does Ben know where you found the brooch? Was he with you when you found it?”
Both nodded. “It was he who tripped over it in the sand,” Edmond said.
Harry’s eyes had widened. “Do you think he’s been kidnapped over the brooch? By the wreckers?”
“No.” Gervase spoke quickly to dispel the looming horror. “Not the wreckers, that much seems certain. However, I told you I’d check again in Falmouth to see if there was any missing ship listed-that’s why I was there today. I learned there definitely isn’t any legitimate ship missing.”
He caught Harry’s gaze. “As we discussed before, that leaves only two reasonable explanations for that brooch. Either it’s from a long-ago wreck-or from a smugglers’ vessel that went down on the Manacles in that bad blow two weeks ago.” He felt his lips thin. “As there have been no local smugglers’ vessels lost, until half an hour ago I was tending to the ancient wreck as explanation. Now…” He paused, then looked at them. “I can’t imagine any other reason for someone to grab Ben-can you?”
Both boys’ eyes had grown round. Both thought, then shook their heads.
“You think-” Harry’s voice squeaked; he cleared his throat and tried again. “You think someone wants the brooch and…” He frowned. “That doesn’t make sense.”
“No-not if they’re after the brooch. But…” He’d never used two schoolboys to test his reasoning before, but he had enough respect for their mental acuity, and their involvement, to try. He moved to sit on the arm of a nearby chair, bringing his face down to Edmond’s level.
“Consider this. If a ship did go down in that gale, then if it wasn’t one of our smugglers’ ships, it had to be one from the Isles of Scilly or from France. French captains especially wouldn’t necessarily know that it’s impossible to beat up the coast to the Helford estuary in a wind like that-that it would blow them onto the Manacles. Let’s say that’s what happened-a French smuggling vessel was wrecked two weeks ago.”
He caught the boys’ eyes, first Harry’s, then Edmond’s. “If a French vessel was heading for the Helford estuary, then someone had arranged that-the ship had to have been carrying a cargo some person here, in England, didn’t want the authorities to know about. A cargo that had to be kept secret. But that person waited, and no ship arrived. Let’s say he knew-as most do-that these coasts are haunted by local smugglers and wreckers. So when his ship didn’t come in, he starts searching-”
“For any evidence of his cargo,” Harry said.
“And he saw the brooch…when?” Edmond frowned. “It’s not as if Madeline was wearing it at the festival where anyone could have seen it. How would some blackguard have sighted it-especially enough to recognize it?” He focused on Gervase’s face. “That’s what you mean, isn’t it? That someone saw it and knew it was from his lost cargo.” Edmond looked at Harry. “But we didn’t show it to anyone-not even Aunt Muriel-before we gave it to Madeline. And she only wore it at her party-”
“And then at Lady Felgate’s ball.” Solemn and somber, Gervase nodded. “You’re right. We know everyone who was at Madeline’s party-we’ve known them for years. It wasn’t anyone there. But Lady Felgate’s ball was attended by almost everyone on the peninsula-”
“Including people who aren’t from around here,” Harry put in. “People who are visiting for the summer with local families.”
“Exactly. There’s no saying who might have noticed the brooch, and the person involved might not even have attended the ball-someone might have mentioned the brooch to them later.” Gervase grimaced. “It’s such a unique piece, even a vague description would be enough for someone who was familiar with it to recognize it.”
“But we told Madeline we bought it from that peddler,” Edmond said. “No one but you knew we’d found it on the beach.”
“And I didn’t tell anyone.” Gervase frowned, then pulled a face. “The person looking for the lost cargo was at the festival, of course. He would have checked with all the peddlers-the most obvious source for recently washed-up items. When asked where she got the brooch-and untold ladies at the ball did ask-Madeline said you’d given it to her for her birthday and that you’d found it at one of the peddlers’ stalls at the festival. But our man knew that wasn’t true, ergo you three were lying-which to his mind would mean you had found his lost cargo.”
“So…” Harry’s voice died; he stared at Gervase. “Is it someone from London who’s kidnapped Ben?”
Pure instinct had prompted him to suggest the barrier on the London road; Gervase wryly noted his instincts were still sound. “Most likely, but we can’t assume they’ll take him to London. I just wanted to ensure they don’t take him out of the area-at least not easily. The London road was the obvious one to block. The authorities will search all carriages and conveyances of any sort, so if they do try to take him away…hopefully, we’ll prevent that.” Given the time lapse between when Ben was seized and when the roadblock would go up, if the villains had started for London immediately, they might slip past before the barriers were in place.
Gervase pushed the thought aside; he had to concentrate on what he could do, what he could achieve. And Ben being taken to London was a long shot.
“Let’s try to think like our villain. He’s lost his cargo, sees-or learns of-the brooch, realizes you three found it somewhere. He wants to know where, so he grabs Ben-or arranges to have him seized-reasoning that being the youngest, he’s the most likely to tell him what he wants to know without fuss.”
Harry snorted. “He’d have been better off grabbing me. Ben’s the most stubborn of us all.”
Edmond nodded. “He’ll probably lie-send the man off to some other beach.”
Gervase blinked. If Edmond had so immediately thought of that, there was a good chance Ben would, too. “All right. Let’s say Ben tells the man he found the brooch somewhere-either the right beach, or another.”
“What will they do with Ben?” Harry rushed to ask.
Gervase hid his reaction, but then he thought further… “Actually, it’s most likely they’ll set Ben free. They won’t consider him any real threat. They’ll leave him somewhere out of the way, far enough so he can’t raise any dust until they’ve recovered the cargo and are long gone. There’s no reason they should harm him-easy enough to make sure he doesn’t know anything that might identify them, not once they get away from here.”
The easing of Edmond’s and Harry’s tension was obvious. They breathed more easily.
“How is our villain going to recover his lost cargo?” Gervase posed the question. One flash cove, most likely from London, was in the neighborhood, most likely in the pay of their villain. How many more of his ilk might be around? Regardless…“Once Ben tells him a location, he’s going to go searching, digging in the sand.”
Gervase rose, glanced around. “Are there any maps in here?”
“Yes.” Edmond hurried to a low shelf, pulled a large folio free, then lugged it to the desk.
Gervase and Harry gathered around as Edmond opened it and spread out a large map of the peninsula. “Show me which beach it was,” Gervase demanded. “How close to Lowland Point?”
“Right there.” Harry put his finger on a spot immediately north of the headland.
Gervase glanced at the Manacles, marked as a line of jagged teeth to the right of the beach in question. “All right. If Ben tells them the truth, our man will go to that spot. He might well bring others with him to do the digging and any carting, but he will come himself-he’ll want to see his cargo retrieved.”
For a moment, he stared at the map, then he glanced at Harry, caught his eye. “We need to keep a watch on that beach. If Ben does send them there, we need to catch whoever comes to dig up the lost cargo. I’m going to put you in charge of a group of your men-all from here so they’ll look to you for command. I want you to take the men to the right stretch of beach and keep a watch over it-you know how to hide in the caves, and along the cliffs.
