What had caused her uncertainty and made her unsure, he didn’t know, but how she could miss, not see, not correctly interpret her own passionate response, her own strength and inner fierceness as she’d clung to him, soft and giving and so elementally all he would ever want in a bride, he couldn’t understand.
She was his.
He’d set out to prove that last night. To demonstrate it in actions impossible to misconstrue or misinterpret. But it had been she who had proved his point. She who, at the end, had conquered him by being everything his soul wanted, and all his heart desired.
She’d proved that he was hers.
Regardless, she didn’t seem to view their relationship with the clarity he did. With the conviction, the absolute acceptance. Presumably, she hadn’t yet thought things through to the same extent he had. She would, he assumed, but the question was when. How long would it take her to realize…?
He wasn’t of a mind to give her too long, to wait too long to formally claim her. His response to her retreat-the intense vulnerability that had reared its head and left him uncertain, unsure…almost wounded-wasn’t a feeling he wished to feel again. It had affected him on a level on which he hadn’t known he was susceptible, and left him beyond uneasy.
He wouldn’t have peace of mind, would not function at his best, if he was distracted by the prospect of her slipping through his fingers and somehow becoming “not his.”
That was a prospect he wasn’t willing to consider, let alone countenance.
Chasing the last of his kedgeree around his plate, he made up his mind. His original plan had been to wait until his mission was complete before he made an offer, but the hallmark of a good commander was an ability to rescript plans on the run, whenever circumstances changed.
Looking up, he discovered the others had progressed to discussing the likely hunting in coming months. He waited for a lull, then turned to Devil. “What do you know of Wolverstone?”
Devil arched his brows, sat back, and gave him a potted history of the man Del had heard of only as Dalziel. Devil wasn’t given to exaggeration, yet his description painted a picture of a nobleman of imposing abilities, a man of action like them, yet one who had, through necessity, been equally active in the political field.
Tony and Gervase volunteered their own views, colored by a closer professional acquaintance.
“I’d trust him with my life,” Gervase concluded. “And even more telling, with Madeline’s and my children’s lives.”
Tony merely nodded. “Your mission couldn’t be in better, safer, or more effective hands.”
Devil added a short description of Minerva, Wolverstone’s duchess, and ended with a word sketch of Elveden Grange, Wolverstone’s nearby estate. “It’s thirty miles due east, this side of Thetford. His visits there are frequent, but irregular-the family normally spend Christmas at Wolverstone Castle in Northumbria.”
“So there’s no reason Ferrar, even if he knows of him, will expect Wolverstone to be at Elveden,” Del said.
Devil nodded. “As soon as the snow thaws enough, I’ll send a rider to Elveden to ask Royce what he wants us to do next. Presumably that’ll rest at least in part on whether your other friends have reached our shores.” He looked at Demon. “Possibly tomorrow, do you think, if we get no more falls?”
Demon, living at Newmarket, knew the area in question best. He nodded. “I should be able to make it across tomorrow. Not sure I’d trust anyone else to do it, but I’m happy to go.”
Gabriel snorted. “You just want to escape another morning with your brats.”
Demon grinned. “And I can.”
A footstep sounded on the floor above. They all exchanged glances, then Devil pushed back from the table. “That sounds like our other halves are up and about. Might I suggest we retire to the billiard room?”
Chairs scraping on the floor was all the answer the others made. In a general exodus, they made their way out of the door.
Passing through it beside Del, Lucifer caught his eye. “Any chance of examining that scroll-holder? I’m curious as to the construction-it sounds unlike anything I’ve seen.”
Del had heard that Lucifer was now something of an expert on antiques and curios. He nodded. “I’ll fetch it and meet you in the billiard room.”
Lucifer inclined his head.
Del went with the others down the corridor, then parted from them and went up a secondary stair to his room.
Ten minutes later, Del strode into the billiard room. At the sound of his footsteps, all conversation ceased. Gyles, bent over the billiard table, about to place a shot, froze, then straightened. Devil and Richard, standing by the table, cues in hand, swung around, alerted.
All eyes locked on Del as he halted just inside the doorway.
Grim-faced, he met their questioning gazes. “The scroll-holder’s gone.”
There was silence for a moment, then Devil asked, “How?”
When Del shook his head, Lucifer asked, “Where was it?”
“In the top drawer of the tallboy in my room. It’s not there, nor anywhere else in the room now, and Cobby hasn’t seen it since yesterday.” One hand rising to his hip, Del plowed the other through his hair. “Before, until Royston, either Cobby or Mustaf-one of my staff-carried it with them, strapped to their body. Once we reached here, there didn’t seem any reason not to leave it in the room.” He looked at Devil. “How in all Hades did the Black Cobra reach it?”
“Are we sure it’s him?” Gabriel asked. “Could the scroll-holder itself have attracted a thief?”
“Unlikely,” Gervase replied. “I wouldn’t have said it’s all that special.”
“It isn’t,” Del said. “It’s at best a curiosity. I don’t think anyone would imagine it had any intrinsic value.”
“So the letter is the only attraction.” Gyles met Del’s gaze. “But who could have taken it? Could someone unknown have slipped inside?”
“Given the snow, I doubt it.” Vane looked at Devil. “But before we go further, perhaps we should check?”
Devil nodded. “Let’s go up to the tower and see.” Laying down his cue, he headed for the door.
His cousins fell in in his wake. Del, Tony, Gyles, and Gervase all exchanged mystified glances, but the Cynsters strode forward with purpose, so they followed.
Into the central part of the mansion, then up a narrow spiral stair that led up and up, eventually opening into a small square room. Del looked around as he stepped out of the stairwell, and realized they were at the top of the tower that stood high above the Somersham Place roofs. The wide windows on all sides gave magnificent views over the surrounding lands.
It was a tight fit with all nine of them in the tower room. They stood shoulder to shoulder, and looked out. Over an unbroken blanket of white.
“The snow fell the night before last.” Devil stood at the windows facing south. “Anyone see any tracks, footprints, signs of a horse?”
“None to the east,” Demon said.
“Nor the west,” Gabriel said.
“The north is untrammeled, too.” Vane glanced at Del. “Whoever took the scroll-holder, they arrived before or on the same night you did, and, most importantly-”
“They haven’t left.” Devil swung to meet Del’s eyes, and smiled in wolfish anticipation. “Buck up, lads-the scroll-holder’s still here, and now we get to go hunting.”
They repaired to the library to consider the suspects and plan their strategy.
Del paced before the fire. “It has to be one of the staff. The Black Cobra is inventive, relentless, and entirely without morals-the thief might be someone we would normally trust, but they’ve been threatened, or, as is more frequently the case, their family has been threatened. That’s the Black Cobra’s style.”
“Let’s start with the obvious,” Gervase said. “How well do you know Miss Duncannon?”
Del stopped pacing, stared at Gervase, then shook his head. “No-it can’t be her. Her part in this, her appearance in South
ampton, had to have been in train, passage booked at least, before MacFarlane even found the letter.”
“But are you sure she is in fact Miss Duncannon?” Tony asked. “The lady you were supposed to meet?”
Del thought of all the snippets of their past lives they’d shared, her intimate knowledge of Humberside and the Wolds. “Yes, it’s her. I’ve known her family since childhood, and I even recall her, albeit distantly, and everything about her fits my picture of what she should be like too closely for her to be an imposter.”
“Very well. Not her, then,” Gervase said. “If she is who she’s supposed to be, then the enemy couldn’t have had any knowledge of her before you met her in Southampton, and so couldn’t have had any chance of subverting her.”
“By the same standard of when the opposition would have known about people currently under this roof,” Tony said, “we can exclude all those who traveled here with the vari ous Cynster families-” He broke off, looked at Devil. “But that assumes there was no chance our enemy could have learned the role Somersham Place was to play in Royce’s plans earlier-in time to arrange to bring pressure to bear on someone here, or someone who has traveled here. How sound is that assumption?”
“What you’re effectively asking,” Devil said, “is how secure Wolverstone’s plans are, and you’d know that better than I.”
Tony grimaced. “More secure than the Crown jewels.”
“And in organizing all this”-Devil waved at those gathered around-“nothing was written down. Wolverstone rode over with Minerva-outwardly one of the occasional social visits we exchange when they’re in residence in Suffolk. Nothing to alert anyone, even had they been watching, but how the Black Cobra could have guessed what was going on months ago…” Devil looked at Del.
Who shook his head. “That’s drawing an altogether-too-long a bow. Wolverstone communicated with me by letter, but that was long before we found Ferrar’s letter.”
“And as for Royce’s security,” Gervase said, “while he’d be the first to tell us not to count on anything, he was the one we-all his operatives-constantly relied on for absolute secrecy, and he never let any of us down. Why his security would be breached now, by someone who, no matter how brutal, is really not in his league experience-wise…” He shook his head. “I really can’t see it.” He met Del’s eyes. “We’ll have to look elsewhere for our thief.”
“I agree.” Tony looked at Del, too. “That leaves your staffs-yours and Deliah’s. Let’s take yours first. How can you be sure none of them have been subverted?”
Del’s impulse was to shrug the question aside, but the matter was too grave. He forced himself to consider what to him was the unthinkable. “Cobby…he’s been with me for years, from long before Waterloo. I don’t think anyone here could imagine him being subverted by the enemy, in this case an enemy of England.”
He started pacing again. “Other than him, there’s only Mustaf and his wife, Amaya, and Mustaf has been carrying the scroll-holder for much of our journey here. If he’d wanted to, he could have opened the holder, seen the letter wasn’t the original, and reported that to the enemy long ago-in which case I seriously doubt the Black Cobra would have been chasing us through Cambridgeshire. The same applies to Amaya-she would have had opportunity aplenty to act before now. No reason for either of them to wait until we’re trapped here. And in terms of the cult’s usual means of bringing pressure to bear, namely through family members, Mustaf and Amaya hail from a region of India entirely free of the Black Cobra’s influence.”
Gervase nodded. “So not them. What about the girl?”
“Alia?” Del paused, then allowed, “Normally I would count her as a likely prospect, but she’s an orphan, and her only living relatives are Mustaf and Amaya. And Amaya keeps a very close eye on her-she’s very protective, worse than any mother hen. It’s part of their culture to keep girls close, almost cloistered.”
“So no obvious chance there,” Richard concluded. “What of Deliah’s staff? Do you know much about them?”
Del opened his mouth to reply just as the double doors to the library were sent swinging wide.
Honoria stood in the doorway, eyes narrowing as she surveyed the gathering. “So this is where you’re all hiding.”
The other ladies ranged at her back.
Devil smiled. “Just in time. Come and join us. Developments have occurred, we have questions, and would value your sage counsel.”
Honoria humphed, bent a steely, disapproving look on her spouse, but consented to lead the ladies in.
“We weren’t hiding,” Demon said, shifting his legs so Flick could sit on the sofa beside him.
Flick poked his shoulder. “Of course not. You’d just forgotten your appointment to entertain your children in the nursery. But never mind. You can fill in the time after their afternoon naps.”
The fond papas exchanged glances, but didn’t dare moan.
“Now.” Honoria had settled in an armchair by Devil’s desk. She fixed her imperious gaze on Del. “What are these developments?”
Gabriel caught Del’s gaze. “Allow me.” At Del’s nod, Gabriel swiftly and succinctly summarized the recent happenings.
The ladies were predictably horrified, none more so than Deliah.
She stared all but openmouthed at Del. “You left it in a drawer?”
He shrugged. “It seemed safe enough.”
Before Deliah could respond, Tony smoothly cut in. “We’ve been considering whether any of the staff might have been subverted.”
Del leapt in to explain the Black Cobra’s usual tactics. “Could any of your staff have been pressured like that?”
“They would have to have been approached either at Southampton, or after we left there,” Tony said. “Before then, the Black Cobra couldn’t have known that you might be traveling with Del.”
Deliah was already frowning. “Bess is English and has been with me most of my life. She’s very patriotic, too. I don’t think there’s any likelihood the Black Cobra could persuade her to anything-she’d be much more likely to report any approach to me, or Del, or you two.” With a nod she indicated Tony and Gervase. “As for the others, Kumulay has been with me since I landed in Jamaica-my uncle recommended him as my bodyguard.” For the benefit of the others, she explained, “My uncle is the Chief Magistrate of Jamaica. He’d be unlikely to recommend anyone whose integrity wasn’t beyond question.”
She looked at Del, still standing before the hearth. “Like Kumulay, although they’ve only been on my payroll for the last few years, Janay and Matara were in my uncle’s household for over a decade. They left India long ago and have no family left there.”
“Ferrar created the Black Cobra sometime after he landed in India. The cult first surfaced in ’19.” Del shook his head. “Hard to see how there could be any connection.”
“No. I’m sure there’s not.” Deliah forced herself to consider all the possibilities, no matter how far-fetched. The scroll-holder was too important, not just to Del but to England, too. “The girls-Essa and Muna, Janay and Matara’s daughters-would be easy to threaten, but I’ve seen them both over the last days, and they’ve been their usual, giggling, bright-eyed selves.” She met Del’s gaze, then glanced at Tony and Gervase. “You’ve seen them-you know what they’re like. If there’s anything the least bit wrong in their lives, no matter how inconsequential, it instantly shows in their faces, in their demeanors. Of everyone here, they’d be the last two to be able to carry out any secret or subversive mission.”
She looked at Del. “So in answer to your question, no, I don’t think any of my people are involved.”
Del started to nod, then stopped. “What about the boy?”
“Sangay? What about him?”
Del frowned. “What’s his background? Where does he come from? What do you know of him?”
Deliah frowned back. “I don’t know where he comes from-I know nothing about him. He’s your staff, not mine.”
Del froze. “He�
�s not mine.” When Deliah blinked, he added, “I-and my people-thought he was yours.”
She stared at him. “My people thought the reverse.”
“Aha!” Devil rose and, grim-faced, crossed to the bellpull. “It sounds like we’ve identified our thief.”
Webster answered the summons remarkably quickly.
“Tell Sligo and Cobby to report here,” Devil said.
“And Mustaf, too.” Del glanced at Devil. “He might know more.”
“And please ask Janay and Kumulay to come up, too,” Deliah added. She met Del’s gaze. “They’ve all been talking to him.”
Webster bowed and departed on his mission.
“When did you first notice the boy?” Gyles asked.
Del and Deliah looked at each other.
“He was with us in London,” Deliah said.
Del nodded. “I can’t recall seeing him before then, but he might have joined us at Southampton.”
“That would make more sense,” Deliah pointed out. “Our respective households knew each other by the time we reached London. But we left Southampton in a rush-if he was suddenly among them then, they would have assumed, as they did, that he belonged to the other household.”
Devil raised his brows. “Quick thinking on his part, if that was so.”
A tap on the door heralded those summoned. Sligo led the others in. “Y’r Graces.” He bowed, and the others followed suit.
“Colonel Delborough has a few questions about the boy, Sangay.” Devil arched a brow at Del.
Briefly, concisely, Del explained the situation-the missing scroll-holder, and the recent realization that Sangay did not belong to either his or Deliah’s household.
“He doesn’t?” Cobby gave voice to the astonishment lighting his, Mustaf’s, Janay’s, and Kumulay’s faces.
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