He frowned, then nodded. "Gaelic. Yes, I suppose that is possible." His eyes narrowed sharply. "When did you give it to him?"
"The day before I left London."
"His name?"
"Smythe. Edward Smythe."
"His direction?"
"I'm not certain."
He shook her and her teeth rattled. "I don't know," she insisted. "I’d asked the butler to recommend a translator and he gave me Mr. Smythe's name. I simply wrote a letter of introduction, enclosed the note, then gave the entire affair to a servant to be delivered. I do not know where it went."
Dark eyes bored into hers for several seconds. Then a growl of pure frustration burst from him. "I have more questions, but they'll have to wait. We must get away from here."
She lifted her chin. "I am not going anywhere with you."
In a blink, he released one of her arms and withdrew a small pistol from inside his jacket. He pressed the metal under her chin, his expression fierce. "You're going to leave here with me, and you're going to do so quietly. If you scream, I swear it will be the last sound you ever utter."
She swallowed painfully. "You would have a difficult time explaining away two dead bodies."
"Not at all. I shall claim the same ruffian who attacked poor Redfern returned and we were forced to flee. He grabbed you, and although I tried to save you, he absconded with you-to God only knows where. I'll wipe a bit of mud on my face, adopt a horrified countenance, and say, 'Indeed, I barely escaped the scoundrel myself " He shoved her in front of him toward the horse. Mounting swiftly, he nearly pulled her bruised arm from the socket yanking her up and settling her in front of him. She noted he tucked his pistol back in his jacket. If only she could get it away from him…
One strong, muscular arm encircled her waist, nearly cutting off her air, and he applied his heels to the horse's flanks.
*********
Robert sat on the settee, his forearms resting on his knees, and watched Michael pace before the fireplace.
"The man my mum married was named Nigel Hadmore. He was the second son of the earl of Shelbourne."
Stunned, Robert simply stared at him.
Michael continued, "This Nigel bloke came to Ireland as part of his Grand Tour, and he and Mum fell passionately in love. Of course, Mum wasn't a fancy lady, just the daughter of a tavern keep. Nigel decided to remain in Ireland with her, but, according to Mum, his father, a very controlling man, ordered him home. Nigel refused, and his father cut off his fancy allowance until he came to his senses and returned to England." He paused, staring into the flames.
"Did he return?" Robert asked.
"No. He'd apparently saved a decent sum and therefore wasn't worried about being cut off. Mum said that for the first time, he felt free of his father's suffocating control, and he joyously embraced life. He asked her to marry him, and she accepted. They married in Ireland without informing his family."
He turned toward Robert, his dark eyes stormy. "After the wedding-that's when the bastard showed what sort of man he truly was. Oh, at first he was happy in Ireland with his bride, even happier when Mum told him a baby was on the way. But after several months, his savings ran out. He quickly wearied of working in the tavern, and started to miss the life of luxury he'd left behind. By the time his son was six months old, poor Nigel couldn't stand it any longer."
Michael's upper lip curled with obvious disgust. "Where he'd once felt free, he now felt shackled. He couldn't understand how Mum was perfectly content with their tiny house out in the middle of nowhere, working day in and day out to earn only a pittance. Couldn't fathom why Mum didn't want more for herself or their son. He claimed to still love Mum and his child, but he just wasn't cut out to be a working man and live in such rustic conditions." Michael's tone turned more scathing. "He missed his clubs and glittering social gatherings. His fine clothes. Gourmet meals. Servants. He decided he would have to somehow make peace with his father and get his generous allowance reinstated."
"Was he able to do so?" Robert asked.
A look akin to hatred flared in Michael's eyes. "As it turned out, when he contacted his father, his father summoned him home. Seems Nigel's older brother had died, and Nigel was now the heir to the earldom. When Nigel arrived back in England, his father informed him that just before his brother's death, a marriage had been arranged between his brother and the daughter of a wealthy duke. The Hadmore family was facing financial ruin and desperately needed the duke's daughter's huge dowry. Nigel's father demanded that Nigel, as the new heir, honor the agreement and marry the duke's daughter in order to save the family name and the estate."
"Well, he couldn't very well do that," Robert mused. "He was already married."
Michael shot him an undecipherable look. "Yes, most men would be quite stymied by that, but not Nigel. No, he decided that he did indeed have an option. He realized that this marriage with the duke's daughter would have to take place quickly-before her father entertained other offers for her. There would be no time to arrange an annulment of his marriage to Brianne, and even if there was time, he had no grounds. And of course, divorce was out of the question. But…" Michael paused, his expression harsh. "No one in England knew he was already married."
They stared at each other in utter silence for several seconds. Robert shook his head. "You cannot mean-no, it's impossible."
"If only it were, my friend."
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Geoffrey forced himself to take deep, calming breaths to stem the panic threatening to overwhelm him. Blinding pain thumped behind his eyes, and it took every ounce of his will to concentrate on guiding the horse through the woods.
Her words beat through his mind. I gave the note to a language translator. Relief surged through him. If the note was indeed written in a foreign language, the chances of other people being able to read it were lessened. But was Alberta telling the truth? Or just attempting to save herself? His jaw clenched. He'd find out soon enough.
They moved swiftly, deeper into the woods, farther away from the house. After a quarter hour, he spied a clearing surrounding a small lake. An outcropping of large rocks surrounded the area. Perfect. Just the sort of place he could claim the same ruffian who'd killed Redfern had set upon them in their attempt to escape the scoundrel. Far enough from the house to do what he had to do. Drawing the horse to a halt, he slid from the saddle.
"Get down," he said.
She silently complied, and the gelding immediately moved toward the water to drink. Alberta faced him squarely. "What do you intend to do now?" she asked.
He considered for a moment. How to best determine if she'd lied? How to get what he wanted from her? An idea popped into his mind and he inwardly smiled. Ah, yes… appeal to her feminine sympathies.
Feigning a sheepish expression, he said, "Actually, I want to apologize for brandishing a firearm in your presence. It was imperative we departed, and I sensed I would not have had your quick cooperation without… incentive. However, I want to assure you I have no wish to harm you. All I want is the note from the ring box. It belongs to me."
Wariness crossed her features. He could almost see her brain working inside her pretty head, trying to figure out how to escape him. Grudging admiration filled him. There was no doubt she was brave. And clever. Indeed, under other circumstances, Alberta and her quick mind and luscious form could have appealed to him very much.
"I've told you, I do not have it."
"Tell me, Alberta, what sort of man is your father?"
A mixture of surprise and suspicion filled her eyes at the abrupt question. "A very fine man. Kind. Hardworking."
"Do you have siblings?"
"Two brothers and a sister."
He nodded. "I grew up an only child. Many people ask me if my lack of siblings proved lonely, but I always enjoyed not having to share my possessions, or my father's affection, with anyone. I worshipped my father as a boy. Of course, I did not see him often. Mother and I lived on the Cornwall estate, while Father s
pent most of his time in London. Those precious few weeks every summer when he visited were the highlights of my childhood."
A flicker of what might have been pity flashed in her eyes, filling him with unexpected warmth. Perhaps he really could make her understand. What his life had been like… until that day. He quickly continued, "As the heir to the earldom, my life, my existence, my identity was defined from the day of my birth. Every lesson, every thought, was focused on preparing me for my future role, which I would step into upon my father's death. It was a role for which I was well prepared. It was his death that I could not accept."
He paused to draw a breath, and hatred, hot and fierce, rippled through him, for the man he'd worshipped. The man who'd betrayed him in the most unforgivable of ways.
"Actually, it was more his deathbed confession that I could not accept," he said in a voice he could not quite keep steady. Reaching out, he grasped her hands, his gaze intent upon hers, willing her to see the depth of his pain. The magnitude of his need for that note. "Do you know what my father told me on his deathbed, Alberta?"
"How could I possibly know such a thing?"
"So you haven't read the note?"
"No. I told you, it was written in a foreign language." She tried to pull away from him, but his grip tightened. "Please let go of my hands. You're hurting me."
He ignored her plea. "He confessed to me that he had another son. An older son. By another woman. Another wife." A bitter laugh escaped him. "My noble, proper father had married some trollop he'd met in Ireland on his Grand Tour. He was a bigamist, which meant, of course, that I was not legally his heir. Then, to add insult to this grievous injury, Father had the gall, the temerity, to request that I find this missing half brother and make certain he was financially taken care of." A bark of outraged incredulity pushed past his lips. "I could not fathom that my father would ask such a thing. I'd worshipped him my entire life, believing him to be the epitome of strength, but he was nothing but a weak fool. And if there is one thing I cannot abide, it is a fool."
He looked deep into her eyes. "Do you understand what this man's existence means? If word of this got out, he could legally lay claim to everything that is mine. Take everything away from me. My home. My title. My birthright. My very existence. According to my father, the note contains proof that this other marriage took place-and that a son was born from the union. Do you not see that I must have that note, Alberta? I must. My very life depends upon it."
She licked her lips. "I understand. And given the circumstances you've described, I would gladly give it to you if I had it. But as I already told you, it is not in my possession. I swear it."
He studied her. It appeared that she was telling the truth. A roar of frustration boiled up inside him, and he clenched his jaw to keep it contained. Damn it, now he was going to have to find this bloody Edward Smythe person. And kill him, too. Would this nightmare never end?
"That man, Mr. Redfern," she said. "He caused the accidents on board the Seaward Lady. He was the person who abducted me and robbed the Bradford town house. All to get that note and ring… for you."
"It was the note that was most important, but I wanted my father's ring as well. As a physical reminder to never become the weak fool he was. Unfortunately, circumstances continually thwarted Redfern, who sadly did not prove as clever as I'd hoped. Certainly he was not as clever as your husband, whose intelligence and lack of morals I sadly underestimated." He made a tsking noise. "You just cannot trust anyone anymore."
"So that is how David had the ring. I was certain he'd stolen it. That was why I came to England -to return the ring to its rightful owner."
"He stole it from the Irish whore my father married. I hired David to find her and her son. Unfortunately, when he located her, the son did not live with her. Still, being the clever crook, David took it upon himself to relieve her of several pieces of jewelry, one of which was my father's coat-of-arms ring. David found the note hidden in the box's false bottom. He demanded an outrageous sum in exchange for the ring, the note, and his silence. I agreed to his terms, but he did not keep his end of the bargain. He escaped with the money and the ring." A muscle ticked in his jaw.
"After years of searching," he continued, "I finally learned David had escaped to America. I hired Redfern-whom I believed smart enough to do the job, but not clever enough to cross me as David had-and sent him to America to retrieve the ring. By the time Redfern found out where David lived, your husband was dead, and all his belongings gone. Redfern discovered that David had left a wife, but she'd moved away." He shook his head. "Such inconveniences. It took Redfern almost two years to find you, Alberta, and when he did, you were about to sail for England."
"So he sailed on the same ship," she whispered.
"Yes. And that brings us to where we are now, which, I'm sad to say, is quite an unhappy place." He released her, and she stumbled back several steps. Reaching into his jacket, he slipped out his pistol and pointed it at her chest.
Chapter 23
Michael dragged his hands down his haggard-looking face, and Robert curbed his impatience at the pause.
After blowing out a long breath, Michael continued, his eyes fierce. "That bastard returned to Ireland and told my mum his sad tale of woe about how his father would withhold all the money if he ever learned of their marriage. And that even though he loved her and their son, he loathed the thought of returning to a life of what was, to him, abject poverty." Disgust filled Michael's voice. "And how, now that his brother was dead, he had to assume his role as the heir, so that the estate that had been in his family for centuries did not fall into ruin."
"I hope your mother beat him with a skillet."
"I wish she had. No, Mum said she recognized that Nigel was no longer the carefree, happy young man she'd married. He was miserable living in Ireland, and she had no wish to cause him more misery, or to keep him from the life he so desperately wanted. She knew if she didn't let him go, he'd end up hating her, and, for reasons that I will never understand, she loved the bastard enough to let him go."
Robert raised his brows. "She couldn't possibly annul ih marriage. She had you."
"Exactly." He spread his hands in a gesture of disbelief "They simply agreed to live separately. Mum promised to move away and never mention their marriage-to prevent In father or anyone else from finding out about it-and Nigel vowed to financially provide for her and… me. With the help of the priest who married them, Mum used the money Nigel gave her to settle into a new life in another town. She took the last name Evers and claimed she was a widow. The only item she kept from her life with Nigel was a coat-of-arms ring he gave her, which she kept in a small ring box with a false bottom. In the false bottom she concealed a note written to her from the priest who married her and Nigel, which offered indisputable proof that the marriage took place and is still valid, a precaution she said she took to safeguard my future should the need ever arise. Just in case Nigel ever changed his mind and wished to acknowledge the union to his family, she told him about the note and where she'd hidden it.
"Unfortunately, the ring, along with the box and its secret contents, were stolen from her several years ago. You can imagine her surprise when I turned up on her doorstep bearing the note." Michael's gaze hardened. "But that was nothing compared to her shock when I informed her that not only had Nigel inherited his father's title but he'd married another woman and fathered another son."
The full impact of Michael's story hit Robert like a blow to the head. He stared up at Michael in complete shock. "Good God, Michael. Geoffrey Hadmore is not really the earl of Shelbourne. You are."
Michael's lips flattened into a thin line. "So it would bloody well seem." Reaching into his jacket pocket, he withdrew two yellowed documents and handed them to Robert. "Before leaving Ireland, my mum brought me to the church where she and Nigel were married and I was baptized. These are the official certificates of proof of the marriage and my baptismal record."
Robert stared at th
e documents, his mind whirling. "Hadmore must not know you could lay claim to his title. If he did-"
"Robert. I've had time to digest this, thinking about it all on my way here. I don't think he knows I am the man who could claim his title, but I'm positive he knows such a threat exists."
Michael's words sunk in, tightening Robert's gut with dread. He rose, then handed the papers back to Michael. "Jesus. All those 'accidents' that have befallen Allie… Hadmore must know the proof was in the note. And that Allie had the note. He's responsible."
"I agree."
He started across the room at a near run. "We must tell her. Warn her."
Michael caught up and grabbed his arm. "She's safe, Robert. She's in the nursery with your sister-in-law. The butler told me so."
Relief raced through him. "Thank God. But she must be told. Immediately." He quit the room, Michael following. They'd just entered the foyer, intending to climb the stairs to the nursery, when Caroline burst into the entryway from the opposite direction. Robert stared at her disheveled hair and gown, her panicked expression, and his heart nearly stuttered to a halt.
"Robert, thank God," she said, her chest heaving, her voice breathless. "You must come quickly. Miles and Austin, too. We need bandages… There's been a terrible accident."
He grabbed her by the upper arms, his heart pounding with dread. "Is it Allie?"
She shook her head, and he squeezed his eyes closed in relief. "But a man's been hurt. I don't know how badly. We found him lying, unconscious, on the path leading toward the ruins."
His eyes snapped open. "We?"
"Allie and I. She's with him now-"
"Allie is alone in the woods with this man?" He barely resisted the urge to shake her, as icy fear gripped him. "Who is he?"
She pulled out of his grasp and glared at him. "I don't know who he is. But no, she is not alone with him. Lord Shelbourne is with her."
Robert actually felt the blood drain from his face. His eyes met Michael's over Caroline's head. " Austin is in his study Caroline. Get him." He nudged her toward the corridor, and she needed no further urging, taking off at a very uncountesslike run.
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