Lord Hawkridge's Secret

‘So you think the handing over of this pearl necklace was the message Anderson was trying to get to you?’

‘Almost certainly. I’m not involved in the hunting down of spies. That is quite another gentleman’s department. And Anderson’s message was definitely for me—” The Kestrel”. However,’ he added, rising to his feet and helping Emily to do likewise, just as the Kempton church clock confirmed that a further hour had passed, ‘I think we must accept the fact that we’re not going to get our hands on the miscreants this time.’

Experiencing a mixture of disappointment because their vigil had proved fruitless, and relief that it was over at last and she could seek the warmth and comfort of her bed, Emily automatically followed Sebastian out of the wood. It didn’t occur to her that he was heading in an entirely different direction from the one by which she had arrived, until she discovered herself in a field where two horses were tethered to a fence and a very familiar, stocky individual stood guarding them.

‘What in the world are you doing here, Finn?’ she demanded to know, as they drew closer and she could see, even in the dim light, that his astonishment was no less marked than her own, though she managed to conceal hers rather better. Then she recalled the suspicion that had filtered through her mind the day before when Sebastian had addressed her groom by name. ‘Evidently you’re acquainted with his lordship, Finn. Just how well acquainted are you?’

He appeared unable to meet her gaze. ‘Well, I—er—I—’

‘Why don’t you go and collect your mistress’s horse, Finn,’ his lordship suggested before the groom’s tongue became too entangled in knots. He transferred his attention to Emily who was looking anything but pleased now. ‘I assume you did ride here and not walk?’

‘I left my mare over there.’ She gestured behind her. ‘In the next field.’

Finn needed no further prompting and swiftly mounted, leaving his lordship to soothe the ruffled feathers of a female who it had to be said was not always easily pacified.

‘You can stop glowering at me, you little termagant!’ his lordship ordered without preamble. Unfortunately the command lacked any real conviction owing to the fact that he was singularly unsuccessful in keeping his voice steady, and was quite unable to suppress a smile. ‘You didn’t honestly suppose that after watching you leave Hampshire in your grandfather’s carriage I would conveniently forget your very existence, not to mention break the promise I had made to your mother to take care of you?’

Emily turned away lest her expression betray the heartache this simple admission engendered. Even now, after almost five years, the pain never lessened whenever she began to dwell on the fact that the only reason he had been prepared to marry her was to fulfil the promise he had made to her mother. Oh, he was fond of her, right enough—anyone with a ha’p’orth of intelligence couldn’t fail to perceive that. But affection was no substitute for that most tender of emotions.

‘Be reasonable, Em,’ he coaxed, quite failing to appreciate that the tense set of slender shoulders might have stemmed from something other than pique. ‘I couldn’t just leave you in your grandfather’s care. He would never have maintained a proper guard over you.’

‘So you employed Finn to do the job, to spy on me!’ she snapped, sounding genuinely miffed, and to a certain extent she was. ‘Exactly whose servant is he—yours or my grandfather’s?’

‘He’s yours, Emily,’ Sebastian corrected. ‘And he’s devoted to you. You know that.’ Grasping her shoulders, he gave her no choice but to turn and face him squarely. ‘Yes, it was I who acquired his services initially, and sent him down here. But he has your best interests at heart, not mine. He merely agreed to help to keep a lookout in this section of woodland tonight.’

She might have been generous enough to acknowledge the truth of this if something else hadn’t suddenly occurred to her which added substantially to her annoyance and which enabled her to ignore the continued touch of those shapely hands on her upper arms. ‘And I suppose it is you I have to thank for putting that ridiculous notion into Grandpapa’s head about engaging the services of a duenna?”

He had the grace to look a little shamefaced. ‘Yes,’ he admitted. ‘I thought you might like some feminine companionship, although I did not press the issue when your grandfather wrote and told me you were set against the idea. I could understand that you’d not take too kindly to being chaperoned, after years of relative freedom. But as I’d made that pledge to your mother, I was determined to do all I could to keep my word.’

Torn between respect and resentment, Emily regarded him in silence for a moment. ‘Very well, I can appreciate the reasons behind your actions in the past. But you will oblige me, Lord Hawkridge, by not interfering in my affairs in the future. And as for you,’ she added rounding on her groom, who at that moment arrived back, leading her horse, ‘your continued employment as my servant is far from certain, Judas Finn. You and I shall be having a long talk tomorrow.’

Removing his hat to scratch his grizzled hair, Finn watched his young mistress mount without assistance and ride away. ‘Don’t much like the sound of that m’ lord. How much ought I to tell her?’

‘As little as possible, Jonas,’ Sebastian replied, casting the groom a meaningful look. ‘When I feel the time is right I’ll inform her that I have every right to interfere in her affairs. In the meantime—’ he delved into his pocket for John Stapleton’s pistol, and handed it up to the groom “—give her this. It might go some way in restoring you in her good books.’

Not appearing wholly convinced, Finn did what he had been entrusted to do, and set off at a gallop to ensure that his lordship’s ward came to no harm.

Although Emily attained very little sleep that night, she surprisingly arose little later than usual the following morning, and was more than willing to acquiesce to Sarah’s request to make a trip to the local town.

They spent a pleasant hour visiting the shops, where Sarah purchased various bits and pieces, and then returned to the inn where the carriage awaited them, only to be informed by Finn that he’d learned that the road home had become blocked by a hay cart which had shed its load.

‘Oh, not to worry,’ Emily responded cheerfully, quite forgetting that her faithful groom was not precisely basking in the sunshine of her approval at the moment. ‘We’ll return by way of the coast road. It’s a pleasant morning, and it’s a pretty run.’

‘I’ve lived in Dorsetshire for as long as you have, Em, and I’ve never travelled this way before,’ Sarah disclosed as the carriage turned off the main road and they bowled along a narrow country lane with many twists and turns.

‘I’ve ridden along here only once, shortly after I came to live with my grandfather. The road passes through Gremlock. It’s a small fishing village and quite quaint,’ Emily informed her, and then smiled to herself as her companion appeared content to stare out of the window at what for her was unfamiliar landscape.

True to her word Sarah had remained awake to unlock the door during the early hours. Agog with curiosity she had accompanied Emily back upstairs, but the instant Emily had said, ‘As I told you, I went out to discover if something I suspected was true. My suspicions turned out to be correct. But more than this I cannot reveal, lest I betray the trust of—of a friend,’ Sarah had not attempted to discover more and had returned quietly to her own room.

Emily could not help but admire Sarah’s placid nature and self-control. Had their roles been reversed, and she had been the one to remain awake to unlock the door, she felt sure she would have persevered until she’d discovered much more.

‘Now, what’s to do?’ Emily muttered, abandoning her reverie, as the carriage came to an unexpected halt in the middle of Gremlock’s main street.

Pulling down the window, she poked her head out, and was informed by Finn that it was only a drayman unloading, and they wouldn’t be delayed for very long. Leaning out a little further, Emily caught sight of a barrel being rolled down into the tavern’s cellar, then raised her eyes to see the inn’s weathered sign swinging to and fro on its rusty hinges.

‘Oh, dear God,’ she murmured, her face losing every vestige of colour. ‘Whatever have I done?’

Chapter Six

One might reasonably have supposed that any gentleman of wealth and rank, and therefore in a position to command most any luxury, could not be other than highly satisfied with his lot; and to a certain extent Lord Hawkridge had enjoyed the privileged life he had been leading in recent years. Yet he could not deny that there had been occasions, sadly too numerous to count, when he had been afflicted by rank boredom. And never more so than now!