shrill womanâs voice almost visibly sent the hair bristling down her back.
She stooped to gather up my dress and shoes, tossing the former over her arm before she swiveled back toward the dressing table to slam shut the lock box with my necklace and earrings nestled inside. She wedged this into the bottom right drawer.
âWell, under the circumstances, Iâm glad of your upbringing.â I told her as she straightened, knowing I had to say something. âNeither Gage nor I have the slightest notion about Catholics, or abbeys, or what troubles they might face, and I suspect we shall need your expertise if we are to solve Miss Lennoxâs murder.â I pressed a hand to my brow wearily. âIf itâs murder at all.â
She stood staring at me with a rather flustered expression on her face.
âHave you had a chance to write to your brother?â I asked, wondering if our discussion might have dredged up memories of her earlier life.
âI . . .â She paused and then bent over to collect something sheâd dropped. âNot yet.â
âDid they assign you adequate accommodations somewhere?â I knew she must be as tired as, if not more so, than I was, and here I was keeping her.
She nodded. âAye. Iâm to share a room wiâ one oâ the maids. Far as I can tell, the girl is quiet and tidy, so itâll do.â
âThen I should let you seek your own bed. Good night.â
She picked up the candleholder by the door. âGood night, mâlady.â
I waited until the door shut before crossing the room to crawl into bed next to Gage. His long body weighted the covers down so that I had wriggle my legs to slide underneath. Before I blew out the candle beside the bed and lay down, I turned to find him watching me with somnolent eyes.
I think I half expected him to chide me for not taking issue with Breeâs Catholicism, but instead he murmured in a drowsy-deep voice. âYouâre right. We do need her.â He grunted as he tried to roll himself toward the edge of the bed. âI think I know more about steam locomotives than I do Roman Catholics.â
âSteam locomotives?â I asked in amusement as I pushed him, helping him to gain his momentum.
He managed to hoist himself upright, perched at the edge of the mattress. At first he didnât attempt any further movement, and I wondered if perhaps his head was spinning from the drink. Then he reached up to tug at his cravat, pulling it from around his neck and tossing it on the floor like a little boy. Iâd noticed it was one of his more lamentable habits, and was glad I wasnât the one forced to pick up after him. That was Anderleyâs job.
âYes. Your brother is simply mad about them. Jabbered my ear off about them at Dalmay and Lady Carolineâs wedding breakfast. Declares theyâll revolutionize the way we travel. And they just might.â
âThen youâd best invest in them,â I proclaimed with a yawn, too tired to continue to follow this conversation. Instead, I lay back and tried to keep my eyes open to watch him continue to divest himself of his clothes. He had a very fine back, did my husband. Smooth and well muscled. I had been admiring it and various other parts of his body with my artistâs eye since our wedding night. Or perhaps it was with the appreciation of a rather smitten wife. Either way, he was thoroughly distracting.
âI already have.â He shifted the mattress as he reached down to remove one of his stockings. âThere are proposals to link the Liverpool and Manchester Railway with Birmingham.â
I yawned, closing my eyes as I gave a disinterested hum.
I felt him lift the covers, letting in a draft of cool air, and then he rolled toward me, hovering over me as he pressed against my side. âPoor Kiera,â he crooned. âHauled acrossrough seas and all over Rathfarnham, and then forced to listen
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