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"Look at this," I said, handing a note to Ivy the next morning at breakfast. "Arthur Palmer has proposed to Arabella."

"Your mother must be pleased." Ivy smiled.

"Exceedingly." I pushed the rest of the mail away from me and turned my focus to Colin. "I am wondering at Colin's motive for befriending me after Philip's death. I suppose he wanted to keep an eye on me. He sent the man with the scar to follow me. That would explain why he made no attempt to pursue him that day in Paris."

"Do you think he had something to do with the break-in at the Meurice? Didn't he send you a note that very afternoon telling you he was leaving Paris?" Ivy asked.

"Yes, he did," I answered. "Trying to establish an alibi, I imagine. Why do you suppose he would have broken into my room?"

"Nothing was taken," Ivy began, "but I cannot imagine what he would have been looking for."

"I have found nothing in Philip's papers that could be related to any of this. Yet I must be close to discovering something if Colin feels the need to warn me. Perhaps it is time to talk to Mr. Attewater again."

Davis entered the room and presented me with a calling card. "The gentleman would like to see you immediately, Lady Ashton."

"Good heavens, Davis, you look very serious this morning."

"Yes, madam." Davis nodded. "If you please, madam, Mr. Palmer was most insistent that he speak with you concerning an urgent matter."

"Well!" I raised an eyebrow and laughed as I looked at the gentleman's card. "I expected to see the bride before the bridegroom."

"He must be quite pleased with himself," Ivy said.

"I have put him in the drawing room, Lady Ashton," Davis said.

"Very well, Davis, we shall be there directly."

The butler led us up the stairs and opened the heavy drawing-room door. Instead of closing it behind us, he followed us into the room. Arthur looked decidedly ill and rushed toward me.

"Lady Ashton, forgive my intrusion. I have asked your butler to remain, as what I have to tell you is of a most shocking nature."

"We have already heard of your engagement, Mr. Palmer, and wish you great happiness," I said with a smile. "Surely you did not think we would be surprised that you and Arabella will be married?"

"No, Lady Ashton, of course not. I am here concerning something altogether different." He wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.

"I hope your family are all well?" I asked, suddenly worried that Andrew had taken my refusal more badly than I had thought.

"We are all fine. Please, Lady Ashton, Mrs. Brandon, be seated." His voice sounded so strained that I did not object to being ordered about in my own house.

"What is it, Mr. Palmer?" Ivy asked. "It's not Arabella, is it?"

"No, she is in excellent health, Mrs. Brandon. Thank you for your kind inquiry."

"Clearly you are not well, Mr. Palmer. Davis, fetch a glass of brandy," I said, wondering what could have upset the man so. Davis immediately filled a glass but, rather than give it to Arthur, stood behind me holding it.

"Perhaps you could enlighten us as to the nature of your call, Mr. Palmer?" Ivy asked.

Arthur took a deep breath and began to speak. "I hardly know what to say, Lady Ashton. This news is so...so...unexpected that I am at a loss where to begin. Perhaps it would be best if you read the letter yourself." He thrust at me a tattered, filthy envelope addressed to himself. I recognized the handwriting.

"This is from Philip?" I asked, wondering why Arthur felt the need to share his private correspondence. He nodded. I pulled the letter out and read it.

Palmer-

I do not have time for a formal letter but am in desperate need of speaking to you privately as soon as is possible. Tell no one of this note, especially Hargreaves. You do not need to respond; I shall take the necessary steps to arrange a meeting once you are in Africa.

P. Ashton

I read the letter through twice before looking up at Arthur, pacing in front of me.

"It is very kind of you to bring this to me. Seeing anything from Philip is a great comfort to me." I touched the words on the wrinkled paper gently as I spoke. "Forgive me, Mr. Palmer. The content of this letter does not seem particularly remarkable. Perhaps I am missing something?" I asked.

"Yes, you are, Lady Ashton." Arthur nodded at Davis, who moved to my side. "I received this letter in the morning mail today. It has only just arrived from Africa."

"It must have been misdirected, I suppose." I watched the faces of those around me. "Yet I don't understand," I said slowly, trying to comprehend what this meant.

"I think your husband may still be alive, Lady Ashton," he said softly. "The letter isn't dated, but it was postmarked in Cairo a little more than a week ago."

Davis held out the glass of brandy. "I knew you wouldn't faint, madam, but I thought that a stiff drink might be in order," my butler said. I took the glass from him and drained it in a single gulp. Davis refilled the glass but I refused it, wanting my senses perfectly clear.

"How can this be?" I asked. "Weren't you there when he died, Mr. Palmer?"

"Actually, I was not." He paused and cleared his throat. "I'm rather ashamed to admit it, Lady Ashton, but we left him after he got sick. We all believed the fever to be highly contagious and did not want to be exposed. Hargreaves was the only one who stayed."

"Colin?" I looked at Ivy, my eyes wide. "He alone was with Philip?"

"Yes, Lady Ashton. I can give you no explanation of what happened. You would have to ask Hargreaves."

"You told me, Mr. Palmer, that Philip and Colin argued the night before my husband fell ill. Yet you left them alone?"

"We all thought them to be the best of friends, Lady Ashton. Friends argue on occasion. Given what we know now, I admit that perhaps we were foolish to act as we did."

"What are you suggesting, Mr. Palmer?" Ivy asked rather severely.

"I hardly know," he said. "All I can say is that the rest of us traveled to Cairo, where we waited for Hargreaves and Ashton. As we are all painfully aware, only Hargreaves joined us. He told us Ashton was dead and that the body was being shipped to England. Forgive me for speaking so bluntly."

"There is nothing to forgive, Mr. Palmer," I said, my mind reeling. "But if Philip is alive, why hasn't he returned to London?"

"He was very ill the last time I saw him. Even a man in his excellent physical condition would be greatly weakened by the fever he contracted. It's possible that he was not able to travel."

"I find it difficult to believe that Mr. Hargreaves would abandon his friend," Ivy said.

"As do I," Mr. Palmer agreed. "Clearly we are not in possession of all the facts."

"Is it possible that he left because he, too, was afraid of catching the disease?" Ivy asked. "He may have left Philip in the hands of the natives, who told Mr. Hargreaves that Lord Ashton had died."

"It is possible, Mrs. Brandon," Arthur said, his voice revealing that he did not think it likely.

"This is very troubling," I said.

"I do not know what to make of it either," he replied. "But I felt that it was important you see the letter immediately. I will, of course, share with you any further correspondence I receive."

"Thank you, Mr. Palmer," I murmured.

"You may keep the letter," he said. "I hope it shall bring you some measure of comfort."

We sat dumbfounded as Davis led him from the room. At last Ivy spoke.

"What do you make of this? Do you think it is true?"

"I certainly want it to be, but I do not know," I said slowly. "I am overjoyed at the thought that Philip may be alive."

"Of course you are," Ivy replied. "Do you want to send for Margaret?"