size, and that they were all looking as grim as they felt, they must have seemed intimidating, but she didn’t falter.
Before she reached them, she halted and spoke to her maid, instructing her in soft tones to wait a little way away.
Then she came on. As she neared, they could see her face was pale, set, features tightly, rigidly controlled. Her eyes were faintly red-rimmed, the tip of her small nose pink.
But her rounded chin was set in determined lines.
Her gaze scanned them as she came to the table, circling, not on their faces, but at shoulder-and-collar-level- reading their rank. When her gaze reached Del, it stopped. Halting, she lifted her eyes to his face. “Colonel Delborough?”
Del inclined his head. “Ma’am?”
“I’m Emily Ensworth, the governor’s niece. I…” She glanced briefly at the others. “If I could trouble you for a word in private, Colonel?”
Del hesitated, then said, “Every man about this table is an old friend and colleague of James MacFarlane. We were all working together. If your business with me has anything to do with James, I would ask that you speak before us all.”
She studied him for a moment, weighing his words, then she nodded. “Very well.”
Between Logan and Gareth sat James’s empty chair. None of them had had the heart to push it away. Gareth now held it for Miss Ensworth.
“Thank you.” She sat. Which left her looking directly at the three-quarters empty bottle of arrack.
With the others, Del resumed his seat.
Miss Ensworth glanced at him. “I realize it might be irregular, but if I could have a small glass of that…?”
Del met her hazel eyes. “It’s arrack.”
“I know.”
He signalled to the barboy to bring another glass. While he did, Miss Ensworth fiddled below the table’s edge with the reticule she’d been carrying. They hadn’t truly noticed it before; Miss Ensworth was neatly rounded, softly lush, and none of them had noticed much else.
Then the boy delivered the glass, and Del poured a half measure for her.
She accepted it with a strained almost-smile and took a small sip. She wrinkled her nose, but then gamely took a larger dose. Lowering the glass, she looked at Del. “I asked at the gate and they told me. I’m very sorry that Captain MacFarlane didn’t make it back.”
His face like stone, Del inclined his head in acknowledgment. Hands clasped on the table, he said, “If you could tell us what happened from the beginning, it would help us understand.”
She nodded. “Yes, of course.” She cleared her throat. “We started very early from Poona-Captain MacFarlane was very insistent, and I wasn’t averse, so we left at sunrise. He seemed keen to get on, so I was surprised when we ambled at a quite ordinary pace at first, but then-and I realize now it was as soon as we were out of sight of the town-he dug in his heels and from then we went at a cracking pace. Once he realized I could ride…well, we just rode as fast as we could. I didn’t understand why-not then-but he was riding alongside, so I knew when he saw the riders chasing us-I saw them, too.”
“Could you tell if they were private militiamen, or were they robbers?” Del asked.
She met his gaze directly. “I think they were Black Cobra cultists-they wore black silk scarves tied about their heads and wound around their faces. I’ve heard that’s their…insignia.”
Del nodded. “That’s correct. So what happened once James spotted them?”
“We rode even faster. I assumed we would simply outrun them-we’d seen them on a curve so they were some way back along the road-and at first that’s what we did. But then I think they must have cut across somewhere, because suddenly they were much closer. I still thought we could outrun them, but then we came to a spot where the road passes between two large rocks, and Captain MacFarlane stopped. He gave orders for most of the sowars to go on with me and make sure I got to the fort safely. He and a handful were going to make a stand and hold the cultists back.”
She paused, dragged in a breath, then remembered the glass in her hand and drained it. “I tried to argue, but he would have none of it. He drew me aside-ahead-and gave me this.” From beneath the table, she drew out a packet-a blank sheet of parchment folded and sealed about other documents. She set it on the table, pushed it toward Del.
“Captain MacFarlane asked me to bring this to you. He said he had to make certain it reached you, no matter the cost. He made me promise to get it to you…and then there wasn’t time to argue.” Her gaze fixed on the packet, she drew a shaky breath. “We could hear the cultists coming-ululating, you know how they do. They weren’t far, and…I had to go. If I was going to bring that to you, I had to leave then…so I did. He turned back with a few men, and the rest came with me.”
“And you sent them back when you came within sight of safety.” Gareth spoke gently. “You did the best you could.”
Del put a hand on the packet and drew it to him. “And you did the right thing.”
She blinked several times, then lifted her chin. Her gaze remained fixed on the packet. “I don’t know what’s in that-I didn’t look. But whatever it is…I hope it’s worth it, worth the sacrifice he made.” At last she lifted her gaze to Del’s face. “I’ll leave it in your hands, Colonel, as I promised Captain MacFarlane I would.”
She pushed back from the table.
They all rose. Gareth drew back her chair. “Allow me to organize an escort for you back to the governor’s house.”
Gareth’s gaze touched Del’s, and he nodded. No sense taking any unnecessary chances with Miss Ensworth.
Their interaction had passed over Emily Ensworth’s head. She nodded graciously to Gareth. “Thank you, Major.”
Then she inclined her head to Del and the other two. “Good evening, Colonel. Gentlemen.”
“Miss Ensworth.” They all bowed, waited as Gareth led her away, then resumed their seats.
They stared at the packet lying on the table before Del. Without a word, they waited for Gareth to return.
The instant he did, Del picked up the packet. Removing the outer sheet, he laid it flat, revealing it was blank. It had been wrapped around a single document, a letter, the seal already broken.
Del unfolded the letter, briefly scanned. After a quick glance around, he leaned on the table and, voice low, read the contents aloud.
The letter was addressed to one of the more influential Maratha princelings, one Govind Holkar. It began innocently enough, with nothing more sinister than social news revolving about what was loosely termed the younger Government House set. But after those first paragraphs, the tone of the letter changed to one of offer, a blatant inducement to persuade Holkar to commit more men and resources to the Black Cobra cult.
The further he read, the more Del frowned. Reaching the end, he concluded with, “And, as usual, it’s signed with the mark of the Black Cobra.”
Letting the letter fall through his fingers to rest on the table, Del shook his head. “This isn’t anything more than we’ve already got-than James knew we already had.”
Gareth reached for the letter. “There has to be something more in it-something concealed.”
Del sat back, feeling oddly dead inside, and watched while Gareth silently went through the letter. Then Gareth raised his head, grimly shook it. “If there is, I can’t see it.”
Logan took the letter, read it, then, with a swift shake of his head, passed it to Rafe in his corner.
It didn’t take Rafe long to scan the single sheet. He slumped back in his chair, the letter held in one hand at arm’s length. “Why?” He shook the letter. “Damn it, James,
Rafe flung the letter toward the table. It flipped and landed upside down. He scowled at it. “That’s not worth-”
When he said nothing more, Del glanced at him and saw him staring, as if mesmerized, at the letter. As if it had transformed into their nemesis.
“Oh, Lord,” Rafe breathed. “It can’t be.” He reached for the letter.
