Rendezvous by Amanda Quick
“She is very loyal,” Harry said softly. “She is a woman a man can trust with his life or his honor or his child.”
“Yes, she certainly is,” Peter said with a knowing look. He leaned forward. “What have you found? Anyone interesting on that list?”
Without a word, Harry turned the decoded list of names around so that Peter could read them. He saw Peter’s mouth thin as he reached the last one.
“Lovejoy.” Peter looked up quickly. “Good God. It fits, doesn’t it? No family, no past, no close friends. He has realized we are making inquiries. He tried to deflect us by making it appear Richard Ballinger was the Spider.”
“Yes. He must have discovered that the list of members of the Saber Club had fallen into Sally’s hands.”
“He went to search for it. She was awake, waiting for us, and no doubt surprised him. So he killed her.” Peter’s hand closed into a fist. “The bastard.” Peter sat back. “Well, sir? What is our first step?”
“It is past time I paid that second late-night visit to Lovejoy’s library.”
Peter cocked a brow. “I shall go with you. Tonight?”
“If possible.”
But it was not possible. Lovejoy spent the evening entertaining male friends at home. Harry and Peter kept watch from a darkened carriage as the lights in Lovejoy’s library stayed on until nearly dawn.
The next night, however, Lovejoy went out to his club. Harry and Peter entered the library through the window shortly before midnight.
“Ah, there is the globe safe you mentioned,” Peter murmured, starting toward it.
“I think we can forget the globe.” Harry peeled back the edge of the carpet. “Lovejoy made no secret of it when I came here to speak to him the morning after Augusta and I discovered her vowels in it. He probably uses it chiefly as a convenient storage place for minor valuables and perhaps as a decoy. The Spider will doubtless have a second, better-hidden treasure chest.”
“I see what you mean. Nothing much in here.” Peter had gotten the globe open and was peering inside. He closed it again and began systematically going over the paneling at the far end of the room.
Twenty minutes later, Harry found what he was searching for when he tripped the hidden lock mechanism in a floorboard.
“I think this is what we want, Sheldrake.” Harry lifted a small metal box out of the flooring. He went still, as a footstep in the hall announced a servant who was probably sneaking in late after a visit to a tavern. “We had best examine this elsewhere.”
“Agreed.” Peter was already halfway out the window.
An hour later, sitting comfortably in his own library, Harry got the metal box open. The first thing that caught his eye when he looked inside was the glitter of gems.
“The Spider appears to have taken his traitor’s pay in jewels,” Peter mused.
“Yes.” Harry fished impatiently through the heap of precious stones that littered the bottom of the box. His fingers closed around a packet of papers and he lifted it out.
He flipped through them quickly and paused when a small notebook fell into his hand. He opened it and saw that for the most part there were only a few short, cryptic entries for dates and times that could have meant anything or nothing. The last note, however, was far more interesting. And far more disturbing.
“What have you got there?” Peter leaned forward for a closer look.
Harry read the note aloud. “‘Lucy Ann. Weymouth. Five hundred pounds for month of July.’”
Peter looked up. “What the devil does that mean? Is the bastard keeping a ladybird in Weymouth?”
“I doubt it. Not to the tune of five hundred pounds per month.” Harry was silent for a moment as he followed the logic of the situation. “Weymouth is not above eight miles from Graystone and it has an active harbor.”
“Well, of course. Everyone knows that. So?”
Harry looked up slowly. “So the Lucy Ann is undoubtedly a vessel, not a wench. And the Spider appears to have paid someone, perhaps the ship’s captain, the enormous sum of five hundred pounds for the month of July.”
“That’s this month. Why on earth would he have laid out that kind of blunt on a ship?”
“To assure that it be kept in readiness for an immediate departure, perhaps? The Spider was always fond of slipping away via a water route, if you will recall.”
“Yes. He was, was he not?”
Harry closed the notebook, a cold feeling in his gut. “We must find him. Now. Tonight.”
“I could not agree more, Graystone.”
But Lovejoy had covered his tracks well. It took Harry and Peter most of the following day to discover that the Spider had already left London.
The first night back at Graystone, Augusta lay awake for hours, staring at the ceiling. She was conscious of every creak and squeak in the great house.
Earlier she had followed the footman around and watched closely as he locked every door and every window. She had checked to be certain the dogs had been bedded down for the night in the kitchens. The butler had assured her the house was secure.
“His lordship ordered special locks years ago, madam,” Steeples had told her. “Very stout locks.”
Nevertheless, Augusta could not sleep.
She finally shoved back the covers and reached for her wrapper. Picking up a taper, she lit it, slid her feet into a pair of slippers, and went out into the hall. She would just look in on Meredith one last time, she decided.
Halfway down the hall, she saw that the door to Meredith’s room was open. Augusta broke into a run, shielding the fragile flame with one hand.
“Meredith?”
Meredith’s bed was empty. Augusta forced herself to remain calm. She would not panic. Meredith’s window was still securely locked. There were several logical explanations for the child’s absence. She might have gotten up to get a drink of water. Or perhaps she had gone downstairs to get something to eat from the kitchens.
Augusta flew toward the staircase. She was halfway down when she glanced over the railing and saw a crack of light under the library door. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then she hurried on down the stairs.
When she opened the library door, Augusta spotted Meredith instantly. The child was curled up in her father’s big chair. She looked very tiny and fragile there. She had lit a lamp and there was a book in her lap. She glanced up when Augusta came into the room.
“Hello, Augusta. Did you have trouble sleeping, too?”
“Yes. As a matter of fact, I did.” Augusta smiled to hide her enormous relief at finding the girl safe. “What are you reading?”
“I am trying to read the The Antiquary. It is rather difficult. There are a great many words.”
“So there are.” Augusta put her taper down on the desk. “Shall I read it to you?”
“Yes, please. I should like that very much.”
“Let’s go over to the settee. That way we can both sit together and you can follow along as I read.”
“All right.” Meredith slid out of Harry’s massive leather chair and followed Augusta to the settee.
“First,” Augusta said as she knelt briefly in front of the hearth, “I shall light the fire. It is rather chilly in here.”
A few minutes later they were both comfortably settled in front of a roaring blaze. Augusta picked up the new novel that was being attributed to Walter Scott and began to read softly of missing heirs, treasure hunts, and perilous adventures.
After a while Meredith yawned and nestled her head on Augusta’s shoulder. Several moments went past. Augusta eventually looked down and saw that her stepdaughter was asleep.
For a long time Augusta sat there watching the fire and thinking that she felt almost like Meredith’s real mother tonight. She certainly felt as protective as a real mother.
She also felt very much like a real wife tonight, Augusta reflected. Surely only a wife could know this dreadful sense of uncertainty while she waited for her husband to return to her.
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“It seems we all had a problem getting to sleep tonight,” Claudia whispered as she sat down near the settee.
“It appears so. Are you worried about Peter?”
“Yes. I fear he is inclined to be somewhat reckless. I pray he will not take any chances. He was terribly angry because of Sally’s death.”
“There was a great rage in Harry, too. He tried to conceal it, but I saw it burning in his eyes. He is really a very emotional man under that calm, controlled facade he shows to the world.”
Claudia smiled. “I must take your word for that. Peter, on the other hand, conceals his emotions behind a cheerful, teasing mask. But he, too, feels deeply. I wonder why it took me so long to see the underlying seriousness of his nature.”
“Probably because he is skilled at concealing his true feelings. Just as Harry is. Each, in his own way, has learned to be cautious about exposing his deepest thoughts and emotions. I suppose they both had far too much practice doing so during the war.” And Harry had learned a great deal about self-control even before he had faced the dangers of intelligence work, Augusta thought, remembering the faithless women in the picture gallery.
“It must have been a terrible ordeal for them.”
“The war?” Augusta nodded, her heart aching for Harry and Peter both. “They are good men and good men must suffer enormously in war.”
“Oh, Augusta, I love Peter so.” Claudia rested her chin in her hand and gazed into the fire. “I am so dreadfully worried about him.”
“I know, Claudia.” Augusta realized that she felt closer to her cousin tonight than she ever had in the past. It was a good feeling. “Do you ever think about the fact that even though we both descend from different branches of the Ballinger family, we do share a common ancestry, Claudia?”
“I have thought about it frequently in recent days,” Claudia admitted wryly.
Augusta laughed softly.
The two women sat quietly in front of the flames for a long time. Meredith slept peacefully beside them.
The following night Augusta’s sense of uneasiness grew steadily into a great anxiety that threatened to overwhelm her. She eventually managed to get to sleep only to fall into a vague nightmare.
She woke with a start. Her palms were damp and her heart was pounding. She felt as though she were being buried alive under the bedding.
Fighting panic, she shoved the covers aside and leaped out of the bed. Then she stood breathing quickly, trying to calm the strange fear that still held her in its grip. When she could tolerate it no longer, she gave in to it.
Snatching up her wrapper, she hurried out of the bedchamber and rushed down the hall to Meredith’s room. Augusta told herself she would be able to calm down after she had seen that Meredith was safe.
But Meredith was not tucked up safely in her bed. Once again she was gone and this time the window stood wide. The night breeze stirred the curtains and chilled the bedchamber.
There was just enough moonlight to see the stout rope that had been secured to the windowsill. It hung all the way to the ground.
Meredith had been kidnapped.
Augusta had the entire household assembled before her in the front hall within ten minutes. She paced up and down in front of them as the last straggling chambermaid stumbled from a warm bed and took up her position at the end of the line. Even the dogs were in attendance. Aroused by the commotion, they had padded out of the kitchens to see what was happening. No one had thought to lock them up or put them outside.
Claudia stood tensely nearby, her gaze riveted on Augusta. Steeples, the butler, and Mrs. Gibbons, the housekeeper, waited anxiously for instructions. The servants were still in shock, as was Clarissa Fleming. Everyone had instinctively turned to Augusta for leadership in the crisis.
Foremost in Augusta’s mind was the crushing knowledge that she had failed to keep Meredith safe. I will guard her with my life, Harry.
She had failed to keep her vow. She must not fail to get Meredith safely back. For once in her life she must be cool and logical and she must act swiftly. She told herself firmly she must put aside emotion and think as clearly as Harry would think if he were here.
“If I may have your attention, please,” she said to the assembled crowd. An instant silence descended. “You all know what has happened. Lady Meredith has been stolen from her bed.”
Some of the maids started to weep.
“Quiet, please,” Augusta snapped. “There is no time for emotion. Now, I have been thinking about what has happened. The window was not forced. It was obviously opened from the inside. The dogs were not alerted. Steeples and I and Mrs. Gibbons have been through the house and there is absolutely no sign of forced entry. There is, I believe, only one conclusion.”
Everyone drew in a breath and stared at Augusta.
Augusta searched the faces of the staff. “My daughter has been kidnapped by someone from inside Graystone. You are a large group. Who is missing among you?”
A collective gasp greeted this observation. Instantly everyone was looking at everyone else. And then a shriek went up from the back row.
“Robbie’s gone,” the cook yelled loudly. “Robbie, the new footman.”
At this news, the young chambermaid at the end of the row burst into fresh tears.
Augusta eyed the girl while she spoke quietly to Steeples. “When was this Robbie taken on?”
“I believe it was a couple of weeks after his lordship’s marriage, madam. About the time we were taking on extra staff for the house party. Decided to keep Robbie on after the affair. Said he had relatives in the village. Said he’d been working until recently at an important house in London and now wanted to find a permanent post in the country.” Steeples looked distraught. “He had an excellent reference, madam.”
Augusta met Claudia’s eyes. “An excellent reference from the Spider, no doubt.”
Clarissa’s mouth tightened. “Do you think it possible?”
“The timing of it seems to fit.” Augusta broke off as the chambermaid on the end fell to her knees sobbing. “What is it, Lily?”
Lily looked up at her with streaming eyes. “I was afeared he had some wicked intentions in mind, ma’am. But I thought he only meant to pinch some silver. I never thought he’d do any thin’ like this, I swear I didn’t.”
Augusta beckoned to her. “Come into the library. I wish to speak with you in private.” She glanced at the butler. “Start the search immediately. So far as we know, Robbie must have been on foot. Is that correct?”
“There be no horse missin’ from the stables,” a groom volunteered. “But he may ’ave ’ad one o’ ’is own waitin’ on the grounds.”
Augusta nodded. “True. Very well. Here is how you will proceed, Steeples. Have all the available horses saddled at once, including my mare. Mount those who can ride. Send everyone else out on foot with torches and the dogs. Send someone into the village to rouse the people there and dispatch a messenger to London to inform his lordship of what has happened. We must move quickly.”
“Yes, madam.”
“Miss Fleming will help you organize the search, won’t you, Miss Fleming?”
Clarissa took on a militant expression. “Indeed I will, madam.”
“Very well. We shall begin.” Steeples turned to take command of the troops.
Claudia followed Augusta into the library and stood listening intently as Lily spilled her tale.
“I thought he liked me, ma’am. He was always bringing me a flower or a little present. I thought he was courtin’ me, I did. But I wondered at some o’ the things he done.”
“What made you think he was up to something wicked?” Augusta pressed.
Lily sniffed. “Robbie said he would be comin’ into a lot of the ready soon. Said it would be enough to set him up for life and he would
“Was there anything else he said that alarmed you?” Augusta asked quickly. “Think, girl. My daughter’s life is at stake.”
Lily looked at her and then dropped her forlorn gaze to the floor. “Not exactly somethin’ he said, ma’am. More like things he did when he didn’t think anyone was watchin’. I used to see him lookin’ the house over real careful like. That’s when I wondered if he might be thinkin’ of helpin’ himself to some silver. I was going to tell Mrs. Gibbons, honest I was, but I wasn’t sure like, if you know what I mean. And I didn’t want to see Robbie dismissed if he wasn’t plannin’ anything wrong.”
Augusta went to the window and stood gazing out into the darkness. It would be dawn soon. Steeples had moved quickly to follow her orders. She could see horses being led around to the front of the house. The dogs were barking excitedly. Even as she watched, several people carrying torches started off into the woods. Oh, Meredith, my dear little Meredith. Do not fear, I shall find you.
Augusta pushed aside the frantic desperation that threatened to well up inside her. She forced herself to think logically once more. “He cannot get far before morning, even on horseback. He has Meredith with him and that means he cannot make good time. Her weight will slow him down. In daylight he will be easily noticed by people who will ask questions and wonder what is going on. Therefore we will assume he intends to hide Meredith by day and travel at night.”
“He can hardly stop at an inn carrying Graystone’s daughter,” Claudia said. “It will be questioned. And Meredith is not likely to stay silent.”
“Precisely. Very well, we shall assume he has set out for a place where he can conceal Meredith until he makes contact with the Spider. There cannot be too many places around here where Robbie could hide with Meredith for any length of time.”
Lily’s head came up abruptly, her eyes clearing. “The old Dodwell cottage, ma’am. ’Tis vacant now on account of needin’ repairs. Robbie took me there a while back.” She started crying again. “I thought he was goin’ to propose to me, fool that I was. But he said he just fancied the stroll.”