by Nico Rosso
Then the widow’s powerful family had swooped in to ensure the whole matter stayed quiet. Her father and her brothers stayed at her side, keeping her distant from everyone. Lady Harding’s father, the Earl of Riverton, himself, had visited Camden to ask for discretion when dealing with the case.
Camden had agreed because he knew better than to deny a powerful man like the earl without cause. He also knew the earl’s oldest son, Darton, personally, and he trusted him.
To a point.
But the whole situation had made him wary. More alert. He’d asked a few questions about town but had come up empty.
Tubs cracked his knuckles, the popping interspersing his words. “Then the other fellow says, ‘He fell like a sack of turnips. Easiest job I’ve ever done.’ Then he laughed. Now I hadn’t heard about the good viscount’s death yet, but something in his voice made my skin fair crawl off my body.”
“Did you get a good look at either of the men?”
Tubs’s eyes bulged. “There’s no way I was going to let them know I’d heard them. What with them being hired killers.”
Camden could hear his own teeth grinding. “Then what information do you have that you think will earn you the reward?”
“Well, then they started talking about returning to London.” He looked hopeful at this bit of information, then sighed when Camden didn’t react. “Then one of the fellows said, ‘Did you collect the rest of the blunt from her?’ ”
Camden stepped away from the globe. “Her?” Why had an image of Lady Harding suddenly appeared in his mind?
“That’s what he said as clear as day.”
“Did they give a name? Anything more specific?” Camden tried to think of what he knew of Lady Harding, but could come up with little. Oh, he could picture her clearly enough, the pretty young woman who’d lingered outside her brother’s mathematics lessons when Camden had gone to tutor him almost seven years ago. The slender delicate grace of her body and the almost elfin point of her chin. He’d liked knowing that she hid in the corridor to hear his lessons.
But he knew nothing of the woman she’d become. The Hardings had been at their house in Weltford only rarely. He couldn’t remember if he’d ever been invited to an event at Harding House. He’d paid little attention to the social engagements in the area. Besides, his knighthood was recent and that left him below the notice of the oldest of the bluebloods like the Hardings.
And if he was completely honest with himself, he’d had no desire to see the girl who’d written him the only letter he’d received while in the army—a love letter—with another man.
Tubs grunted and tugged on his ear. “No. They left right quick after that.”
Camden had little reason to think Lady Harding the woman that the killers referred to. Except, why hadn’t she or her family done more to find the shooter? Why had she been content with the coroner’s ruling? Why had her family been so intent on keeping him away from her? They’d claimed her prostrate with grief. All his questions had gone through her father.
“Do I get the money?” Tubs asked.
“Only if your information proves to be correct.” Despite his own suspicions, he had no proof that Tubs’s story was true.
“But I took time away from my dear wife to come to help with your investigation.”
Frowning, Camden tossed him a guinea. “For your trouble. But you get no more unless your information leads to an arrest.”
The money disappeared into Tubs’s pocket. “It will, sir. Everything I told you is as true as my name.”
Tubs lumbered to his feet and Rafferty escorted him out.
Camden had planned to pay his respects to Lady Harding at some point, perhaps see what manner of woman she’d matured into. Now it appeared he had no choice.
She may have grown up to be a murderer.
“You want me to give away all of the books in the library?” Lady Sophia Harding’s housekeeper stared at her in shock. “But, my lady, the books must be worth hundreds of pounds.”
Eight hundred and sixty-three pounds, to be precise. Sophia knew. She’d purchased every one of them when they had renovated the house last year.
But now the gilded leather spines sickened her.
She took a deep breath. “Yes, every one of them.”
“What will you put in here instead, my lady?” Mrs. Gilray asked.
Sophia smiled. She had absolutely no idea. She would pick what she liked. She didn’t even know what that would be. Perhaps piles of penny dreadful or scandalous novels. More books on mathematics.
All she knew was that no one would have a say in it but her.
She wouldn’t fret over her choices, thinking and rethinking each one. Trying to pick those Richard would approve of while knowing she’d never be able to guess correctly.
Richard was dead.
And now she intended to reclaim the library from his influence. Sophia traced a finger down the edge of one of the books. If only it was as easy to reclaim herself. “Send them to St. Wilfred’s orphanage.”
“Very good, my lady.” Mrs. Gilray was too new to dare question her.
Sophia turned at the sound of heavy boots in the corridor. Her eyes widened at the sight of her head gardener.
Mud caked Wicken’s boots and his white hair jutted out from his head in awkward clumps. “There’s an urgent matter I must discuss with you regarding the rose gardens.”
Sophia tried to smile as if urgent meetings about greenery were a normal occurrence, but her mind was racing. “That will be all, Mrs. Gilray.”
Mrs. Gilray’s fascinated gaze swung back and forth between the other two occupants of the room, but she bobbed a curtsey and glided from the library.
Wicken closed the door behind her with a click, the kindly lines on his face deep with worry. “Sorry, my lady. I know this is most unusual. But I thought it important that you know.”
Sophia swallowed against sudden unease. “Is something amiss?”
“My daughter just sent word from the village. The Justice of the Peace has been asking questions about your husband’s death.”
“What questions?”
He rubbed his right arm, the arm her husband had broken when Wicken refused to tell Richard where she was hiding.
Sophia fought not to stare, not to choke on the guilt that burned in her chest at the stiff way the arm hung at his side.
“What enemies Harding might have had. Same as he did right after the death.”
“Has anyone said anything?”
“Not as far as I know, but it’s only a matter of time before one of the villagers lets something slip.”
Sophia’s hands clenched into fists at her sides. Sir Camden wouldn’t find anything. She wouldn’t allow it. Not when that slip might lead him directly to her husband’s killer—her father.
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