Jonas met Lucifer's eyes. "Any trouble?"
"As a matter of fact, yes." Lucifer smiled as if they were bandying observations.
Jonas looked at Phyllida. "I thought Phyl was with you."
"I was," Phyllida put in. "But that's not the trouble."
Jonas raised a brow. Phyllida looked away and decided to leave the explanations to Lucifer.
"Did you notice any of the gentlemen slipping away about fifteen minutes ago?"
Jonas raised both brows. "Cedric left, then Basil left. Filing had left before that. And Grisby, too. There had to be others missing as well, because there was a dance and there weren't many couples on the floor and not many men standing out. Lady Fortemain was beating the bushes."
"Has Cedric returned?"
"He came back a few minutes ago-Basil returned a bare minute before that. They both looked a trifle choleric. I haven't seen any others slipping back, but I wasn't watching." Jonas looked at them. "What happened?"
Briefly, Lucifer told him. Phyllida scanned the room, trying to determine which gentlemen were present. The crowd was still considerable. "Do you think," she said, when Lucifer fell silent, "that we might engineer a trap?"
They both looked at her, identical expressions of male incomprehension on their faces, as if she'd spoken in an alien tongue.
"What sort of trap?" Lucifer eventually asked.
"I didn't get a glance at the murderer this time and you only got the barest glimpse. He must know that-there's no reason for him to flee. Assuming he's still present, perhaps we can encourage him to show himself again."
Lucifer stared at her. "With you as bait?"
"If you both keep watch, then there's no reason I should be in any danger."
"If we're both watching-if either of us is anywhere near-he won't make a move. We've known from the first he's not stupid."
"You don't need to hover so obviously. There's more dances to come. Everyone will expect us to separate."
Lucifer quelled his rising panic and studied Phyllida's calm face. What she was suggesting was… reasonable. He couldn't give way to his instinctive urge to plant his foot solidly and say no. He didn't dare. "If you promise to remain in the ballroom-"
"I fully intend to remain in sight." She tilted her chin challengingly; her dark eyes flashed a warning. "I'm perfectly capable of playing my part. All you need do is watch from a distance. Now, I'll take myself off."
She drew her hand from his sleeve-he had to fight the urge to grab it back. With a gracious nod and a smile, she turned and strolled into the crowd.
Lucifer watched her go. Under his breath, he swore.
Jonas humphed. "I wish you'd said no."
He hadn't had a choice. Not if he wanted her to marry him.
"I'll go watch from the other side of the room." Jonas ambled off.
Phyllida danced and chatted, and danced some more. She circulated through the room at her brightest, her most charming. She spoke again to Cedric, Basil, and Grisby. She pretended to a faulty memory and conversed with Silas as if their meeting in the graveyard had never been.
All for nought. No gentleman approached her with any, even slightly nefarious, proposition.
At one point, Lucifer stopped by her side. "Enough. I don't like this. He'll be feeling under pressure. He might be at his most dangerous."
"He's more likely to be off-balance and at his most vulnerable." She strolled on, not waiting to hear his opinion of her logic.
Fifteen minutes later, Lucifer joined the circle about Phyllida; with practiced ease, he excised her from it. Her hand on his sleeve, he ambled down the room. "I think we should call it a night." He had had enough. He could feel the tension locked between his shoulder blades; his left shoulder was aching as well. "If he hasn't approached you by now, there's no reason to think he will."
She stopped and swung to face him. Her expression was calm and serene; her eyes glinted dangerously. "You know perfectly well that, other than finding that hat, we have no evidence to identify our man. There's not much we can do other than tempt him to try again. Here, where I'm surrounded by friends, is the safest place to do it. You're here; Jonas is here. This is too good an opportunity to pass up."
She held his gaze steadily; Lucifer swallowed a low growl. He was feeling increasingly caged. "This is not a good idea."
Her chin rose; her eyes flashed. "This is my idea and it's a perfectly sensible one."
With that, she swanned off.
Lucifer gritted his teeth and let her. It was that or risk showing her how mildly possessive her other suitors truly were. Compared with a Cynster, they did not rate. Fate had to be laughing hysterically.
Jaw clenched, he strolled to a wall and propped his uninjured shoulder against it. He watched her dance another country dance, then she chatted with a group of ladies. After that, she drifted. Then he saw her hesitate, looking down the room. He followed her gaze-he couldn't see whom she was staring at.
Then she stepped out; from her stride, she'd either seen something or had an idea. He wasn't enamored of her ideas. Chest tightening, he started after her.
He lost her in the crowd. Panic sank its claws deeper. He stopped and looked over the heads-he saw Jonas. Jonas shook his head. He'd lost her, too. Lucifer cursed, turned, and glimpsed her. At the other end of the ballroom, she stepped onto the terrace beside Lucius Appleby.
Appleby? Lucifer didn't stop to consider her reasoning. He doubted Appleby had invited Phyllida outside. If he had, she wouldn't have gone. No, she'd inveigled him out, God only knew why. But outside with only one gentleman was impossibly dangerous. Who knew who might be concealed by the night?
The distance to the nearest French door seemed a mile-a mile of obstacles, all smiling and nodding and wanting to chat. He reached it-it was locked. He had to plunge down the side of the room to the doors through which Phyllida and Appleby had disappeared, all without raising a dust.
He gained the terrace; Jonas, who'd been even farther down the room, was following. He glanced around and caught the smallest, most fleeting glimpse of blue skirt disappearing around the far end of the terrace. He strode after her, making no attempt to mute his footsteps. Rounding the corner, he discovered Phyllida a few yards away, leaning back against the balustrade, talking with Appleby, who was standing before her.
Behind the balustrade was a thicket of bushes, just the right sort to conceal a man with a knife.
Lucifer reached out, locked a hand around Phyllida's wrist, and yanked her to him, away from the bushes. He ignored her shocked expression and turned to Appleby. "Do excuse us, Appleby. Miss Tallent is just leaving."
Appleby returned his look blank-faced, the epitome of a well-trained employee. With the barest nod, Lucifer turned, let Phyllida get a good glimpse of his face, then stalked back around the corner of the terrace, dragging her with him.
"What are you doing!" she hissed. She twisted her wrist; he tightened his grip and strode on.
"I'm saving you from yourself! What the devil did you think you were doing, going off outside like that?" He pulled her close, moderating his stride so his body shielded her as much as was possible. "It's black night out there!" He waved at the lawns rolling away from the terrace. "He could take a shot at you without risk of being seen."
She glanced at the lawns. "I hadn't thought of that."
He ground his teeth. "Well, / did. That's why I made you promise not to go out of the ballroom."
"I didn't promise." Her nose rose. "I said I'd remain in sight. I thought you were watching."
Her tone, hinting at sudden vulnerability, made him bite his tongue. "I was watching. So was Jonas. But we both lost you for a moment, and then you were stepping outside. We nearly lost you altogether."
The thought made his blood run cold. It made his voice deeper, darker, a great deal more menacing. "I repeat, what the devil did you think you were doing?"
He stopped; she stopped, too, and faced him, head up, gaze direct. Her tapered chin was set. "I adm
it I forgot about the dark, but my reasons were perfectly sensible. I couldn't think where else to take Appleby."
"So this was your idea?"
"Of course! Appleby is the one person most likely to know which men had slipped out and returned. He's Cedric's right hand-he helps with all the arrangements and acts as Cedric's second. If Cedric left the room, then Appleby would have been alerted and watching the other guests in case someone needed anything."
"So," Lucifer grudgingly extrapolated, "Appleby's unlikely to be the murderer. He would have been on duty, as it were-"
"Precisely! So I was in no danger from him. Appleby doesn't like me any more than I like him, so I wasn't risking receiving any unwelcome advances. And you did say he'd been in the military, so he was probably the safest person, aside from you, to be with on the terrace."
Lucifer bit back the information that she wouldn't have been safe with him-still wasn't safe with him. He gestured brusquely toward the ballroom. "Let's get inside."
With a distinctly irate sniff, Phyllida turned. He wrapped the wrist he still held about one arm and stalked beside her. Jonas had stuck his head out, seen them, and gone in again. As they neared the open door, Lucifer asked, "Well? Did Appleby know anything to the point?"
Phyllida stepped over the threshold, nose in the air. "No."
"I wondered if you'd care to accompany me on a drive to Exeter."
Phyllida jerked her head up, only just managing to smother her gasp. Lucifer stood not two feet away. How had he got so close?
He raised one dark brow; reaching out, he took the flower basket from her nerveless fingers. She forced her gaze to a rosebush; cupping one bloom, she snipped it. As she laid it in the basket, she said, "If you can wait until I put these in water, then yes. A drive would be pleasant, and there are a few people I should see in Exeter."
Lucifer inclined his head. "For the pleasure of your company, I'll wait."
Twenty minutes later, he handed her into his curricle, then stepped up to the box seat, sat, picked up the reins, and gave his blacks the office. As he tooled the carriage down the drive, he knew relief.
Phyllida sat beside him, self-contained, a touch aloof-but she was there. After his performance last night, he hadn't been at all sure of his reception; he'd been prepared to kidnap her if she hadn't come of her own accord. But she had, thank heaven. She'd even come without a bonnet.
The blacks swept out of the Grange drive; he glanced at her-she had deployed a parasol to shade her fair skin from the summer sun, but he could see her face. He scanned her features, noted the line of her lips, the set of her chin, then gave his attention to his horses.
After last night, he would have to watch his every step.
They rattled on through the countryside in silence, a silence that became progressively more companionable as the miles fell beneath the blacks' hooves. The sunshine seemed to wilt her starchiness; when they reached Honiton, she spontaneously pointed out the sights.
He'd taken the more northerly route so they could check at the inns in Honiton, just in case a gentleman had hired a horse on the Sunday Horatio had been killed. Phyllida directed him to the appropriate establishments, then left him to make the inquiries. As they'd expected, there was no news to be had. Leaving Honiton, they bowled along the highway to Exeter.
The road was in good condition and the blacks were fresh. They leaned into the traces and the curricle flew. The wind of their passing whipped at Phyllida's hair. The speed was exhilarating, the warmth of the sun relaxing-she couldn't help but lift her face to the breeze and smile.
"Why are we going to Exeter?"
She waited, eyes half shut, lips curved; she felt Lucifer's gaze roam her face, then he answered. "I need to call on Crabbs and, for completeness' sake, we should check the stables. Then I thought we could have lunch by the river before heading back along the coast road."
Phyllida nodded. "That sounds pleasant."
"You mentioned there were some people you wished to see?"
"I'd like to call at the Customs House, a courtesy to preserve contact with Lieutenant Niles. And while you're consulting with Mr. Crabbs, I'll have a word with Robert." She glanced at Lucifer, but he merely nodded.
"If you like, we can go to the Customs House first."
She shook her head. "The livery stables first, then Mr. Crabbs, then the Customs House, then lunch at the Mermaid." She slanted Lucifer another glance-this time he caught it. She searched his eyes, then smiled and looked ahead. "Jonas tells me they have the best ale in Exeter. We can leave directly from there along the coast road."
Lucifer grinned. "Agreed." He slowed the blacks as the first houses appeared. "Now, my dear, which way?"
Phyllida directed him with an airy enthusiasm which warmed him as much as the sun. They called at the livery stables and received the same answer-no gentleman had hired a horse that Sunday. Continuing on to Mr. Crabbs, Lucifer went with that venerable gentleman into the solicitor's private sanctum, leaving Phyllida to dally in the outer office, where Robert Collins worked at his desk. Fifteen minutes later, Lucifer emerged to find Phyllida smiling serenely and Robert looking less tense than before.
Exchanging bows with Crabbs, who punctiliously took his leave of Phyllida, they strolled out to the pavement, where an urchin held the blacks. Lucifer tossed the boy a coin, then handed Phyllida up. "What did you say to Robert? Does he know I know about the letters?"
"Not precisely." Phyllida gathered her skirts so he could sit beside her. "I told him you were letting me search for the writing desk. He's been terribly worried over the whole business."
"So I noticed." Lucifer wondered about the letters, but let the matter slide. "Where's the Customs House?"
It stood on the quay, a few minutes down a sloping cobbled road from the High Street. Lucifer eased the blacks down the steep slope. The quay lined the River Exe; boats were tied to it, bobbing on the tide. Lucifer drew up before the handsome, two-storied brick building Phyllida pointed out. A cabin boy was slouching nearby. His eyes lit at the sight of the blacks; Lucifer waved him over.
There was an inn farther along the quay, tucked into the hill behind it. The sign of a mermaid swung outside. Lucifer instructed the boy to walk the horses to the inn and hand them to the ostler.
"This won't take long," Phyllida said as he helped her down to the cobbles.
She led the way into the building and walked directly to the counter along one wall. "I'd like to speak with Lieutenant Niles, please. If you would tell him Miss Tallent is here?"
The man behind the counter eyed her as she stripped off her gloves. "The Lieutenant's busy. He only handles business matters here."
Phyllida lifted her head and fixed the man with a direct glance. "This is business."
Strolling up in her wake, Lucifer came to stand directly behind her. He looked at the clerk.
The clerk met his eyes, then swallowed and glanced at Phyllida. "I'll tell him. Miss Tallent, you said?"
"Indeed." Phyllida waited until the clerk had disappeared through a door before looking over her shoulder at Lucifer. "What did you do to him?"
Lucifer opened his eyes wide. "Nothing." He smiled. "Just me being me."
Phyllida searched his face, then humphed. She turned back to the counter as the door beside it opened. A gentleman in the uniform of the Revenue Service came striding out, smiling, his hands outstretched.
"Miss Tallent." He grasped her hand, then looked past her to Lucifer.
"Good morning, Lieutenant Niles." Phyllida gestured at Lucifer. "Allow me to present Mr. Cynster. He's come to live in Colyton."
"Oh?" All innocent inquiry, Niles shook Lucifer's hand.
"Does that mean you'll be taking an interest in the Colyton Import Company?"
"A benign interest," Lucifer returned. "Purely in an advisory capacity."
He knew when Phyllida let out the breath she'd held. Niles turned back to her and she reclaimed his attention. "I just wanted to check the overall totals with you, and
whether we need to change any of our payments."
"Indeed, indeed." Niles waved them to the door. "If you'll just come this way?"
He bowed them into his office, then he and Phyllida settled to a brisk discussion of the various goods the Company had brought in and expected to bring in in the near future, and the levels of the duties payable on the differing cargoes. Lucifer sat back and listened, intrigued by how, once she'd been given the opportunity-given the right to lead-Phyllida managed the interview, and Niles, so well. She was a businesswoman to her toes.
He was inwardly smiling by the time she'd finished with the Lieutenant. Tucking a list of the latest tariffs into her reticule, she stood, turned, and caught his eye. She waited until they'd taken their leave of Niles and were out on the quay before asking, "Now, what so amuses you in that?"
"Nothing at all. I'm appreciative, not amused. It just occurred to me that, in the same way I could be of assistance to you with the Company, you, too, could to great effect assist me with my business." Taking her arm, he turned her toward the Mermaid.
"Business?" She looked up at him. "What sort of business do you engage in?"
It took all of lunchtime and more to tell her. By the time he'd finished and they were in the curricle heading east along the road that would eventually take them home along the coast, she was intrigued.
"I had no idea. I thought you were a London swell-that all you ever did was waltz around ballrooms and charm ladies."
"I do that, too, but one has to have something to do to while away the days."
"Humph." She shot him a measuring glance. "So this interest of yours in a cattle stud is quite genuine?"
"Given I've now got the land, it seems a pity not to use it, and establishing a stud seems the farming equivalent of being a collector."
"I hadn't thought of it in quite those terms, but I suppose that's true." Phyllida looked ahead.
Then she gripped his arm. "Stop!"
Drawing on the reins, Lucifer looked at her. "What?"
She'd swiveled around on the seat, staring back along the road. Reins tight, Lucifer shifted and also looked back. A tinker was ambling along, heading into Exeter.
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