WHEREAS AN ABDUCTION
Has Been Made of a
YOUNG LADY
FROM THE PRIVATE ACADEMY
IN WHICH SHE RESIDED
Pain shot through his eyes. His body shook with such violence that the words on the poster pranced up and down like puppets in a Punchinello show. Abduction? Private academy?
Damned if his own traitorous daughter hadn’t been working in a fancy school the last he’d heard of her. She was clever, Grim Jack’s girl, and even though she’d turned her back on her family, the day anyone abducted his little Harriet-who looked so like her dead mother, Jack couldn’t stand the sight of her-was the day he’d rise out of his grave and take revenge.
If not that fine reward.
There was no question of a proper wedding, not until Edlyn was found. No one had the heart for a celebration under these circumstances. But the news might help his aunt forget their troubles for a while.
He would tell her first thing in the morning.
She was standing in the middle of the hall in her frilly nightcap and flannel wrapper. He might have managed to fob her off with some excuse about hearing a noise in Harriet’s room had he not been carrying his boots and probably looking as guilty as he felt.
“I know you have a perfectly innocent reason for coming out of my companion’s bedchamber in this incriminating state of undress,” she said in a voice that could have frozen the entire Thames on an August afternoon.
“I do.” He nodded vigorously. “A perfectly good reason.”
It was remarkable how she could look so frail and helpless at one minute and rather like a storybook witch the next. “And that reason is?”
“I found the name of a woman written in Edlyn’s hand last night, and I-oh, what’s the bloody point?-I woke up Harriet to ask her if she was familiar with it.”
Her lips flattened. “And were you familiar with-you truly have a name?”
He nodded, leaning against the wall to put on his boots. “I’m out the door right now to catch her, if the inquisition can wait.”
She trailed him to the staircase. “What is this woman’s name?”
“Rosalie Porter, and if I miss Sir Daniel in passing, be sure that you or Harriet tell him.”
She hesitated, clearly not convinced his motives for spending the night in her companion’s bed were as innocent as he claimed. “I want you to know that this is not the end of the matter.”
“Of course it isn’t,” he muttered, grabbing his hat and gloves from the same spot on the floor where he’d dropped them last night. “It won’t be the end of it until Edlyn is a bridesmaid at my wedding. To Harriet.”
Having dropped that bombshell, he took advantage of his aunt’s astonished silence to slip out the front door. Coming up the steps as he started down was one of Sir Daniel’s young early-bird assistants, apparently with news of his own to impart.
Chapter Thirty-three
I must perform my engagement and let the monster depart with his mate.
MARY SHELLEY
Frankenstein
Harriet rose two hours after Griffin slipped from her bed. She fetched several pitchers of cold water from below for a bracing hip bath and washed in preparation of another day waiting for Edlyn to be found unharmed, her uncle at her side.
Until then no one would be in a mood to celebrate.
It was the wrong time to announce a proposal and follow it with the usual kisses and congratulations. She was happy enough to wait for him to share their engagement with his aunt and let Lady P break the news. She could imagine her ladyship claiming she had arranged the match like a master chess player.
And perhaps she had. Harriet would not put it past the conniver, and she meant that as the highest form of tribute a girl who’d once lived to outwit others could give another. But it did seem that since she had gotten to know her ladyship, Harriet’s improbable romance with the duke had taken root. The old darling might not have dug the plant into the soil. But she’d made sure to water it and sprinkle encouragement its way.
She could only hope that Lady Powlis did not pry into the personal details of the duke’s covert moments of amour that had occurred behind the scenes of their rushed courtship. Harriet blushed at the memory of how incautiously she had abandoned herself to his persuasion. She ought to be ashamed for letting him lure her off the path of proper behavior. Still, as long as that path ended at the wedding altar, all would be well.
If only Edlyn were found.
She prayed that the name of the woman Edlyn had written about would give Sir Daniel a worthy lead to pursue. She dressed in the dark, shivering and not bothering with the fire. She could hear pots and pans banging below with the customary morning cheer.
Pots. Potter. Porter. Rosalyn Porter. Rosalie. Potted roses.
She tied a blue silk ribbon into the wayward hair twisted on her nape.
“Rosie Porter,” she said aloud, staring at her reflection. The duke thought she was beautiful. But today her face showed strain and-she blinked. Suddenly she was standing at a mirror in a green room as a gorgeous actress threw herself against the door. “It can’t be. It can’t be her.”
She spun around, startled, as her bedchamber door creaked open. “Good gracious, Harriet,” Lady Powlis said. “I have been tapping at your door for-”
“Oh, madam, do get out of the way for once.”
Lady Powlis gasped. “I beg your pardon.”
Harriet bobbed a belated curtsy, eyeing her employer like the kingpin in a street game of skittles. “And I’m sure I’ll be begging yours for the rest of our lives, but for the love of good St. George, if you don’t move your bum, I’m going-”
Lady Powlis planted herself across the doorway. “Duchess or not, you shall not knock me down.”
“It’s about Edlyn,” Harriet said urgently. “I know the woman who has taken her, and if you don’t understand what I’m talking about, I shall have to explain it later. The person in question was a player at the theater when I started out. Rosie Porter, she called herself, and the besom couldn’t act her way out of a chair.”
Lady Powlis leaned back against the door. “How long ago was this?”
“Five years or so. She left with a traveling troupe of players when the director told her she sang like a sick cow.”
“We had a troupe perform at the castle two years ago,” Lady Powlis said, paling at the realization. “Edlyn was enamored of the actress who played Queen Titania. I thought she was positively dreadful.”
“That’d be Rosie,” Harriet said.
“She must have been in contact with Edlyn all this time,” Lady Powlis said in a faint voice. “I never thought to ask about her letters. I thought corresponding was good for her.” She shook her head in horror. “The entire time we were arranging to come to London, that woman was making plans to abduct my niece.”
Harriet slipped on a pair of sturdy half boots. “I think the first thing to do is ask at the theater.”
“No,” Lady Powlis said quickly. “I am afraid to be alone. You can’t go, Harriet. What if the kidnappers come back for me, too? To double the ransom they’re asking. They might be watching the house to see when I’m left alone.”
Harriet wavered. It was on the tip of her tongue to point out that dragging Lady Powlis anywhere against her will was liable to attract the attention of every spy, soldier, Horse Guard, Bow Street Runner, and concerned citizen in the metropolis. But fear was a powerful force, and Harriet would not be responsible for anything that might happen if she left.
“I have to get word to Sir Daniel. That’s the important thing. He has to know where to look. We shall have to send Trenton to Lord Heath’s, Raskin after Sir Daniel, and the coachman to Lord Drake’s for good measure.”