“I should like to speak to Miss Jenny, if I may, young man.”
“One moment, please, sir.” And the boy disappeared into the back of the bakery.
“Hello?” Jenny said as she came out from the back, tucking a strand of hair behind an ear. “Oh, hello, Your Grace. How can I help you?”
Thomas looked around the crowded shop. A number of ladies were placing orders, and it was difficult to speak openly.
“Might I have a word with you in private? I have a proposition I should like to discuss with you.”
Jenny thought for a moment. “My father’s office is available. It is not very neat, but it should serve.”
“Very well.”
Jenny led the way through the door into the bakery and along a corridor to the office.
It was indeed a messy office. Ledgers, cookbooks, stacks of invoices, product samples, and periodicals were piled on top of the desk, a side table, and across a series of shelves.
“I am sorry about the state of the office, but please have a seat, Your Grace,” Jenny said offering him the only chair.
“Did you want to place an order?” she asked, leaning back against the desk.
“In a way. But it is slightly more than that.”
“Very well.”
“My Grandmother and I are to give a ball in September and it is to be a rather grand affair. And I have to admit to the fact that I have become quite enamored of your delicious pastries.”
“Thank you. That is very nice.”
“And what I wanted to propose was that you come to Pemberton for the week before the ball and act as our pastry chef for the dinner we will be hosting during the dance.”
“Oh…”
“I know it will take you from your work here, but I am willing to pay quite well, and I shall offer you a pleasant room for your stay so that you need not travel back and forth each day.”
“Do you know exactly what you will require from me?” she asked in a professional manner.
“Here is a list of our needs.” He handed her a paper from his pocket.
She studied it. “It is quite extensive. How many guests are you having?”
“Close to one hundred from what my Grandmother tells me. But the number could fluctuate before the final day. It would be better to make more than less.”
She thought for a moment. “Let me speak to my father about this. It will mean my family will need to stand in for me while I am gone, creating extra work for them.”
“I would be willing to pay for your replacement if necessary.”
Jenny laughed. “No one can replace me. I will be right back, Your Grace.”
Jenny left and was gone for several minutes before she returned with her father.
“Good day, Your Grace, I am Geoffrey Barnett, the owner. Jenny tells me you want to hire her for a week or so up at Pemberton?”
“That is correct.”
“That is a most unusual request, Your Grace. Do you not have your own staff for such events?”
“I do, but I have developed a fondness for your daughter’s fine pastries, and I should like to share those with my guests.”
Her father smiled. “She is a fine one with the treats, is she not? I can understand you wishing her to do the work for you. But could you not just place an order with us and let us prepare the pastries here where we can all work together. All of us working would make a much shorter shift of the task.”
“Ah, but you see it is her touch I wish to hire.”
Father looked at Jenny. “What say you, lass?”
She pulled her father aside and said softly, but Thomas could still hear her say, “Papa, you know it has always been my dream to work as a cook in a fine house. This might be my only chance… or at least a beginning for me. Will you deny me this?”
Father turned back to Thomas. “And you would be supplying all the ingredients for these pastries? We would not be required to give you any?”
“I would like to purchase the fresh fruit I need myself, Papa. I know the best sources.”
“That would be fine,” Thomas said. “And yes, Mr. Barnett the house will provide all the supplies.”
“And what are you thinking to pay her, if I might ask?”
“How would a hundred pounds plus a room at Pemberton while she is working there sound?”
This was beyond Jenny’s wildest imagining. This is what she might realize in a year at the bakery.
Her father was also stunned by the offer. “Ah, Your Grace, if you do not mind, I should like to have a word with my daughter and her mother first.”
“Of course.”
The two left and, as Thomas waited, he found he was amused by the innocent simplicity of these folks. They were a most appealing family, and he felt a great deal of warmth toward them.
Jenny and her father returned accompanied by her mother.
“I should be happy and honored to accept the offer, Your Grace,” Jenny said. “When would you like me to start?”
Chapter 16
Mowbray was back at his estate in Gloucestershire as part of his plan to move forward with his new scheme to get back on his feet financially. He had planned his moves in great detail and his next move was to be the first crucial piece of his puzzle.
Wilcox had written a note to Lord Comerford requesting an audience. His Lordship had agreed to a meeting at ten o’clock this morning.
Wilcox was dressed in his finest suit and had ordered the carriage for nine-thirty.
He was extremely confident in his success because he had done his work in London and had exactly the information he needed to make certain his Lordship would accept the deal he would propose.
“Your Lordship,” Wilcox greeted as he entered Comerford’s study.
“My Lord Denham, good morning. I was pleased to get your note and am anxious to hear what you have to say. Your message was somewhat vague, so I am not exactly certain what you wish to see me about. Please have a seat. And might I offer you some refreshment?”
“I am rather partial to scotch if that is convenient.”
“Of course. A man after my own tastes.”
Ralph went to the sideboard, poured them each a glass, and handed one to Wilcox who seated himself by the fireplace. Ralph remained standing as he studied his guest.
Wilcox did not like to be seated while Ralph stood, so he stood up and casually walked to the nearest bookcase and glanced at the titles, before turning to face his host.
“I have a business opportunity I think you might be interested in,” he said, letting the suggestion hang in the air without further explanation.
“Hmm. Not certain I would be interested. His Grace just visited me with his new business opportunity, and I am not certain I could consider another one right now.”
Wilcox had not heard about Thomas’s new venture and was most curious about it.
“If you do not mind me asking, what is his Grace’s proposition?”
Ralph wagged his head. “Not for me to say. And while he did not ask for confidentiality, I feel it is not my place to tell you about it.”
“But I am his Uncle. I was his guardian when he was growing up. We keep nothing from each other,” Wilcox insisted.
“Then I am certain he will be able to tell you about it.”
Wilcox did not like how this conversation was starting out. He needed to reset the conversation, even though he was burning to know what his nephew was up to.
“But it sounds as though you have not yet accepted my nephew’s proposal. Is that not so?”
“That is correct,” Ralph said going to the sideboard to refresh their glasses with another wee dram.
“Then might it be worth your while to hear what I have to say? My opportunity might be more interesting to you than the Duke’s, if you are only interested in one of them.”
“Very well, old man, I will give you a listen.” And with that, Ralph decided to sit.
Wilcox did not, and he stood before Ralph as he said, “Your
excellent reputation in shipping is well known. And I have a gentleman in London who is interested in using your services.”
“Then have him contact my London office. It is a straightforward enough transaction. He can contact my agents and book his cargo. There is no need for me to be involved.”
Wilcox needed to finesse his next statement. “It is not quite as straightforward a transaction like that. He requires special considerations.”
“Oh? And what might those be? And who is this gentleman? Might I know his name?”
“It is unlikely you know him. And I am not at liberty to reveal his name at this stage.”
Ralph got up from his chair. He did not appear to like what he was hearing.
“You have not answered my other question,” Ralph said. “What exactly are his special considerations?”
Wilcox knew this would be the crucial answer. “He needs secure and private warehousing—away from the ebb and flow of usual commerce.”
“Meaning exactly?”
“He wishes to be able to retrieve his cargo without government examination.”
Ralph seemed to comprehend the implication immediately, but he did not quickly respond.
“And he understands that specialized type of service requires a premium shipping fee, for which he is most willing to pay.”
“He is a smuggler?”
Wilcox went to pour himself another scotch. “That may be a bit of an exaggeration. Let us just say he feels an obligation to his customers to be able to offer them lower cost products without the burden of unnecessary taxation.”
Ralph smiled. “You certainly know how to massage an answer. But my dear Earl, what you are suggesting is totally illegal, and I could lose my entire business if this was discovered. And let me say, I am quite shocked that a gentleman of your standing would even suggest such an outrageous proposition.”
Wilcox was not to be deterred. “My dear friend, we all know how unfair these needless taxes are. We know they are levied simply because the crown insists on engaging in all of these needless wars. And who pays for this burden? The ordinary citizen—those least able to bear these excessive burdens. You might even think of your cooperation in this a great service to your customers.”
Ralph laughed. “I say, Wilcox, you do have the gift of gab. But you are also suggesting a totally illegal action. And I am an upstanding businessman and I cannot and will not be a part of your scheme.”
Unfortunately, Wilcox could see he would now need to play his ace.
“Oh, my dear Comerford, while I admire your upstanding position, I am reminded of some unsettling information I have uncovered concerning some of your less seemly business dealings.”
Ralph became indignant. “I beg your pardon. That is a most insulting insinuation, and I have no idea what you are talking about.”
“Hmm.” Wilcox sighed and said, “I was hoping this would not be necessary.” He rubbed his chin and began to pace. “I came upon a most interesting piece of information recently—a series of invoices, actually. It seems a number of your ships were carrying guns, ammunition, and canons to Napoleon when we were at war with him. Now, I am not a legal scholar, but it would seem to me that that would be considered an act of treason—punishable by hanging. Would I not be correct?”
Ralph blanched and stood very still. “I did not know about any of that activity. I cannot be held accountable for all the cargo I ship. It would be totally impossible for me to know that.”
“Excellent… then it should equally be impossible for you to know what my client ships and what he does with his cargo?”
“You are a scoundrel, Mr. Mowbray—for I cannot call you by your title—as you demean the peerage.”
“Oh, your Lordship… such melodrama. Is that entirely necessary, considering your own transgressions? It would seem to me you have two options. Either accept my offer or have your dealings with France splashed across the newspapers and suffer the ensuing complications that would ignite in the courts. But take your time deciding. I am in no rush.”
Wilcox turned to the window and gazed at the view. “Such a charming vista. It would be a terrible tragedy if you and your family were to lose all of this.”
Ralph’s face was ashen. “Very well, I accept your offer. With the understanding that none of that other matter ever sees the light of day.”
Wilcox turned to him. “But of course. I am nothing if not loyal to my trusted business associates.”
Ralph said coldly, “Have your business partner contact me personally. His arrangements will require my personal care and consideration.”
“I shall be the one contacting you. He understandably wishes to remain anonymous. And you have chosen wisely. And good day to you sir. I shall be in touch.”
Wilcox started to leave but stopped. He remembered Thomas telling him that George wished to marry Helena and he could not help but twist the knife a little deeper. “My Lord, one other small matter of interest to you. I learned recently that my nephew is not engaged but has told you that so that your daughter and her friend George might pursue their own engagement. So, if you are still thinking of going into business with the Duke, you may wish to reconsider that as well.”
George, Helena, and her mother were having tea and playing a hand of cards on the terrace as it was such a lovely late summer’s afternoon.
“Georgie,” Helena said, “Have you heard about the ball Thomas and his Grandmamma are giving?”
“Of course. I see Thomas almost daily as we plan our project.”
“A ball?” Her mother asked. “How delicious. It seems almost no one entertains with any style anymore. It shall be such a treat.”
“You will take me, of course, Georgie?”
He gave her a look of surprise. “Of course, I shall, how could you think otherwise?”
At that moment Helena’s father came charging out of the house and over to the table. He turned to his wife and said, “Mother, inside. Now!”
Poor Sara was so shocked she immediately stood and scooted quickly indoors.
“Papa, what is the meaning of this,” Helena asked in trepidation.
“You have deceived me… the both of you,” he said also addressing George. “I know all about your plan to have the Duke tell me he was engaged so the two of you could conspire to get into my good graces with the hope of marrying.”
Both Helena and George were so shocked they could not respond.
“What makes you think such a thing?” Helena finally got the courage to ask.
“Thomas told his uncle, and his uncle told me. I have no reason to believe this is not true.”
Unmasked, the two had no defense. There was no way they could deny it.
“Yes, Father, it is true. And I am glad this is finally out in the open. George and I do wish to marry, and we want your blessing.”
“There is not a chance in hell.” He turned to George. “And I never want to see you in this house ever again. And if I do, I shall disinherit you Helena, and, George, I shall shoot you dead myself.” And with that, he stormed off.
Jenny was so excited by the prospect of baking for the Duke’s ball she thought nothing of racing over after she was done baking for the day to visit with Helena. Even though it meant the long walk to the Comerford estate.
Jenny ran the last few hundred yards to the front door and knocked.
She asked, breathlessly, as the door was answered, “Is Helena in, I should so like to see her.”
“Come inside, Miss Jenny, and I shall see if she is available.”
The butler left her standing in the entryway as he went to enquire if she was free.
But instead of the butler returning, Helena came dashing out of the parlor and threw herself into Jenny’s arms, sobbing.
Jenny was shocked. “Helena, my dearest, why are you crying?”
“Father has banished, George,” she said, pulling away from Jenny and wiping her eyes with the back of her hands. She linked her arm with Jenny and led her to t
he parlor as she composed herself.
She was anxious to tell Jenny what had happened with her father and rallied as she told Jenny the tale.
“But how did he find out?” Jenny asked.
“Evidently Thomas told his uncle and he then told my father.”
“How rude of the Duke to break your confidence,” Jenny said.
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