Late For The Wedding l&m-3

by Jayne Ann Krentz

  “Not the deaths,” she said impatiently, “the cancellation of the wedding plans that followed in each instance.”

  She was serious, he thought. He could not believe it. Neither could Aspasia, to judge by her expression.

  “Lavinia,” he said carefully, “are you implying that the motive behind each of these three murders was a desire to stop a wedding from taking place?”

  Lavinia set down the pot. “Have you got a better motive?”

  “I’m working on one.” Her certainty irritated him. “All three deaths resulted in the transfer of fortunes. That makes for a lot of suspects among the family members.”

  Aspasia’s expression altered from one of stunned disbelief to thoughtful consideration.

  “I heard the rumors about Lady Rowland’s obsessive desire to see her eldest granddaughter wed to her old lover’s grandson,” she said slowly. “The woman had a reputation for using her money to manipulate everyone in her family. But what would be the point of murdering her? She was going to endow the girl.”

  “Only if she consented to wed Ferring,” Lavinia reminded her. “But now her papa has taken control of the Rowland fortune, and evidently young Ferring’s offer was not accepted. The granddaughter is free to marry someone else. In one way or another, the other two young ladies have also been delivered from the prospect of extremely unhappy marriages.”

  “Surely you are not suggesting that these innocent young girls could have concocted a diabolical scheme to hire a professional killer?” Tobias growled. “That defies credibility.”

  Aspasia’s mouth tightened. “He’s right, Mrs. Lake. It is an interesting theory, but it is impossible to imagine that three extremely sheltered young ladies with no experience of the world could possibly reason out how to hire, let alone pay, a professional murderer.”

  Lavinia set her shoulders in a manner that Tobias had learned to recognize. She was preparing to defend her position.

  “I would remind you both,” she said, “that when it comes to alliances at that level of Society, there are many people besides the young ladies involved who might have a strong interest in the marriage contracts.”

  “Do you believe that others in the families resorted to murder in order to halt the weddings?” Tobias folded his arms. “That is a crazed conclusion. We are talking about a killer who is attempting to imitate

  “the Memento-Mori Man. It is impossible to imagine a professional murderer hiring himself out to some matchmaking mama.”

  To his surprise, Aspasia spoke before Lavinia could respond.

  “Marriage is a very serious matter, and young girls have very little say in the arrangements that are made for them.” Her mouth curved coldly. “I can personally testify to that. My papa certainly did not worry overmuch about my happiness when he accepted the offer for my hand.”

  The sharp, icy edge on that last statement caught Tobias by surprise. It occurred to him that he had never heard Aspasia discuss her brief marriage.

  Lavinia watched her quietly, not speaking. Tobias sensed that she was suddenly keenly interested in what Aspasia had to say.

  “Nevertheless,” Aspasia continued, “when it comes to alliances in the polite world, there is nothing unusual about such arrangements.

  “I have certainly never heard of anyone committing murder to halt a wedding.”

  “As professional private-inquiry agents,” Lavinia said in her most authoritative manner, I can assure you that Mr. March and I have seen cases where murder has been done for far less reason.” She beetled her brows at Tobias. “Is that not true, sir?”

  The last thing he wanted to do was get caught in the middle of this little skirmish, he decided. He sought a diplomatic way out.

  “There are any number of motives for murder,” he said, keeping his tone as neutral as possible.

  Neither woman looked satisfied.

  Aspasia frowned at him. “I trust you will not waste time pursuing false leads.”

  He inclined his head. “I try to avoid that sort of thing.”

  “So do I,” Lavinia said shortly.

  Aspasia rose and walked toward the door. “I must be off. Please keep me informed.”

  “Of course.” Tobias crossed the parlor to open the door for her.

  “Good day, Aspasia.”

  She hesitated before moving out into the hall. “I fear we do not have any time to waste, Tobias. You must find this new Memento

  “Mori Man, and you must do it quickly. Who knows what he is planning next?”

  He gripped the doorknob so tightly it was a wonder it did not come off in his hand. “I am well aware of the urgency involved here.”

  Mrs. Chilton was hovering in the hall. She opened the front door for Aspasia, who went swiftly down the steps.

  Tobias waited until she was gone. Then he took out his pocket watch and smiled pointedly at Mrs. Chilton. “I believe that you still have time to go out for currants.”

  Mrs. Chilton rolled her eyes. “Very well, sir.” She darted a glance into the parlor behind him and lowered her voice. “But you had best be quick about it. Miss Emeline is due back around five. It would not do for her to walk in at an awkward moment.”

  “Thank you for the warning, Mrs. Chilton. I assure you it is unnecesssary.”

  “Humph.”

  He went back into the parlor. Lavinia had risen and gone to stand at the window. She stood with her back to him, her attention on the street.

  He crossed the room and came to a halt behind her. Resting his hands on her shoulders, he followed her gaze. Together they watched Aspasia vanish around the corner. Lavinia did not turn around.

  “You must make allowances for Aspasia,” he said quietly. “She is frightened and very anxious.”

  “Mmm.”

  “She has every reason to be worried. Zachary Elland was a coldblooded killer, and whoever seeks to take his place is obviously of the same temperament. And you must admit that she’s right: This notion that there is a connection between three possible murders and three changes of marital plans is not a particularly substantial theory at the moment.”

  “Mmm.”

  “Lavinia, I can see that you are disturbed. Did you and Mrs. Dove discuss some other matter that you have not yet mentioned?”

  “Joan asked me if I thought that she was betraying her husband’s memory by forming a liaison with Lord Vale. Evidently her daughter is quite distraught about the relationship.”

  “I see.” Whatever it was he had been expecting to hear, this was not it. What did you tell her?”

  “I reminded her that her husband had loved her very deeply. I told her that I was certain he would have wanted her to be happy again, just as she would have wanted him to find happiness if she had been taken first.”

  “Indeed,” he said, for lack of anything more inspired. What the devil was this about? Well, I’m certain that you reassured her. Now, then, Mrs. Chilton mentioned that she is going out to shop for some items that she needs for dinner. What do you say we”

  “Tobias?”

  “What is it?” he asked, deeply cautious now.

  “If anything were to happen to me and you were left alone, I would want you to find happiness.”

  Of their own accord, his hands clamped fiercely around her elegantly curved shoulders. He felt himself turn to stone at the thought of her being snatched from him by death. A crimson haze filled his head. It occurred to him that he would likely go mad if he ever lost her.

  “I would want you to find happiness,” she reiterated softly, apparently unaware of the impact her words were having on him. “But not withAspasia Gray.”

  For some reason those last words freed him from the terrible spell. He discovered that he could breathe again. He used his hands to turn her around to face him.

  “I cannot imagine wanting any other woman the way I want you,”

  he said. His voice sounded raw and harsh, even to his own ears.

  “Oh, Tobias.” She put her arms around him and
pressed her head against his shoulder. “I do love you so.”

  “I am delighted to hear that.” He kissed her hair. Her scent filled his head, driving out the last remnants of the red haze. “But, please, if you have any regard for me at all, never, ever talk about being taken from me. I cannot bear the thought.”

  Her arms tightened around him. “Just as I cannot bear the thought of losing you.”

  He folded her close, letting the sunlight warm them both. After a while, he drew her out of the parlor and up the stairs.

  Later he raised himself up on his elbow and glanced at his watch on the bedside table. A quarter past four. Time to get dressed. It was becoming harder and harder to leave her bed, he thought.

  Reluctantly, he sat up and swung his feet to the floor.

  “Tobias?”

  He turned to look at her. She was lying back against the pillows, her eyes very green in the afternoon light.

  “I must go, my love. Emeline will be home in less than forty-five minutes. I am to meet with Anthony at five. With luck he will have some news of the rings.”

  “I know.” She folded her arms behind her head. The movement caused one neatly shaped breast to escape the sheet. “Tobias, I gave Joan the right advice, did I not? Don’t you think that Dove would have wanted her to find happiness with someone else after he was gone?”

  He did not reply. Instead, he leaned down and kissed her bare breast. Her skin was soft and warm from his lovemaking. He caught a trace of his own scent on her and knew a rush of fierce, unbridled possessiveness. His woman.

  She frowned. “You do agree with me, don’t you? About how Fielding Dove would have felt in this situation?”

  He looked at her for a long time and then very deliberately he leaned over her, caging her between his arms. He bent his head and brushed his mouth across hers.

  “I cannot speak for Fielding Dove,” he said. “But I can promise you this, Lavinia. If you should ever find with another man what we have found together, I would come back from the grave to haunt you.”

  Thirteen

  At half past five that afternoon, Tobias was back in his study, feet propped on the corner of his desk. The hour in Lavinia’s bedchamber had relieved some of the tension that had plagued him since the events at Beaumont Castle, but he could feel the sense of urgency returning as he listened to Anthony’s report.

  “There were no recent sales or thefts of memento-mori rings at any of the antiquities shops we’ve checked thus far.” Anthony examined his notes. We have several more dealers left to question, however. Do you want us to continue our interviews tomorrow?”

  “Yes.” Tobias studied the list of dealers they had compiled. “Those damned rings are among the few real leads we’ve got. The killer had to obtain them somewhere. What about the blond wigs?”

  “Emeline and I had enough time to talk to only two wig-makers yesterday afternoon. One of them did take a commission for a blond wig in recent months.”

  Tobias looked up swiftly. “Did you get the name of the client?”

  “Yes, but it won’t do you any good. The wig-maker has known her for years. He described her as very elderly and quite eccentric. She lives in the country and only comes to Town twice a year to shop. I doubt that she’s your professional murderer, Tobias.”

  “Damnation.” Tobias went back to contemplating the list for a moment longer and then he deliberately tore off a section at the bottom. “You and Miss Emeline will finish questioning the antiquities dealers. Mrs. Lake and I will take the remainder of the wig-makers. With all four of us working on the project, we should be able to speak with every establishment on this list within the next two or three days.”

  “Very well.” Anthony sat back in his chair. Whitby said you are planning to meet with Smiling Jack at the Gryphon tonight. Do you want me to accompany you? That is not the safest of neighborhoods at night.”

  “No, that won’t be necessary. I’ll take a hackney and pay the driver to wait.”

  “Anthony gave him a curious look. Why seek Smiling Jack’s assisstance on this case? From what you’ve told me, the previous Memento-Mori Man had nothing to do with the sort of common criminal who comes out of the stews. Do you think this new killer is different?”

  “No. But it struck me last night that we actually knew very little about Zachary Elland. He had no family, apparently. After his death, no one came forward to collect his personal effects. There was, in fact, no trace of him in Society. After he was gone it was as though he had never existed. I wondered if perhaps I was overlooking some aspect of his past that might give us a clue.”

  “I see.” Anthony uncoiled from his chair and started across the room. “Good luck to you.” He paused at the door and glanced back with a small frown. “Tobias, I have a question to ask. It is of a, uh, somewhat personal nature.”

  “What is it?”

  “I realize that Fullerton’s murder upset your plans, but before he fell off that roof, did you and Mrs. Lake have an opportunity to discuss your private affairs?”

  Tobias slowly lowered the severed sheet of paper. “Our what?”

  Anthony reddened a little, but he made no move to slip out the door. “Emeline and I both naturally assumed that you invited Mrs. Lake to accompany you to the country-house party because you wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to bring up the subject of your intentions.”

  “What intentions would those be?” Tobias asked evenly.

  Disapproval coalesced in Anthony’s eyes. “Never say that you did not even mention the matter.”

  “What the devil are you talking about?”

  “I’m talking about whether or not you asked Mrs. Lake to marry you, of course.”

  “Bloody hell,” Tobias said softly.

  “What happened?” Anthony’s frown turned to alarm. “Good lord, man, never say that you lost your nerve?”

  “The status of my intentions toward Mrs. Lake is none of your affair.”

  “The two of you have been seeing a great deal of each other privately for some months now.”

  “What of it? We are partners.”

  “Partners? What about the business of sending Mrs. Chilton out for currants?”

  Tobias could feel himself turning surly. “Mrs. Chilton’s currant tarts are far and away the best I have ever tasted.”

  “This has nothing to do with Mrs. Chilton’s currant tarts and well you know it.” Anthony planted his booted feet a little apart on the carpet. “Mrs. Lake is a respectable lady. It’s obvious that the two of you have formed a great attachment for each other. Don’t you think it’s time you did the gentlemanly thing?”

  “You know damned well that I am not yet in a position to ask Mrs. Lake to marry me. I invested everything I’ve got in those shares in Crackenburne’s shipping venture. Until that bloody vessel returns to port, I have nothing to offer her.”

  Anthony assumed a sympathetic air. “I know you’re concerned about your finances. I am equally concerned about my own. But as it happens, I have been thinking about our situation and I believe I have come up with a solution that will solve all our problems.”

  “What do you suggest we do?” Tobias tossed the list of wig-makers onto the desk. “Find ourselves an alchemist who can transmute lead into gold?”

  Anthony swept his arm out, vaguely indicating the study. “The way I see it, the answer is this house.”

  “There is nothing wrong with this house. I own it. It is, in point of fact, my most substantial asset.”

  “Yes, I know,” Anthony said smoothly. While I, on the other hand, can barely manage the rent on my rooms in Jasper Street.”

  You cannot place the blame for your inadequate lodgings on me.

  “It was your decision to move out. I believe you said something about wanting your own rooms. As I recall, there was a good deal of talk about needing private quarters where you could entertain your friends at all hours of the day or night.”

  “The thing is, while my lodgings are adequate for
a single gentleman, I could not possibly ask Emeline to set up housekeeping in such a small space. She is accustomed to that very nice little house in Claremont Lane.”

  “On that we agree.”

  “The way I see it, Tobias, there is one residence too many here.”

  “I beg your pardon?”

  “I have worked it out and it is really very simple. If you were to do the honorable thing and marry Mrs. Lake, the pair of you could move into Number Seven Claremont Lane together. I could give up my lodgings on Jasper Street, marry Miss Emeline, and move into this house with her. You see how neat and tidy it would be for all of us?”

  Tobias suddenly understood.

  “My house” He took his heels down off the desk and got to his feet very deliberately. You’re trying to get your hands on my house so that you can ask Miss Emeline to marry you. That’s what this is all about, isn’t it?”

  Anthony took a step back toward the door, palm up in a placating manner. “Now, Tobias, there is no call to lose your temper. I thought it was a very sensible plan, one that would benefit all of us. In addition, it would enable me to stop paying rent. Also, we would not need a third housekeeper. You could take Whitby with you, and Mrs. Chilton could come to live with Emeline and me.”

  “If you think for one moment,” Tobias said very softly, “that I am going to allow you to take possession of my only major asset, you are out of your mind. Now, I suggest that you get back to the business for which I am paying you a good deal more than you deserve before I decide to hire another assistant.”

  “Tobias, please listen for a moment.”

  “Go.” Tobias aimed a finger at the door. “Find out who sold those damned memento-mori rings to a professional murderer. Do I make myself clear?”

  “Perfectly.”

  Anthony whipped open the door and went swiftly out into the hall.

  Tobias waited until he heard the muffled sound of the front door closing before he slowly sat down.

  Morosely, he contemplated the study. It was filled with the things he had acquired over the years, his books, globe, telescope, and brandy decanter.