Maiden Lane [6] Duke of Midnight (33 page)

Artemis looked down at her hands, drawing a steadying breath. She very much feared that if she stayed with Maximus, this awful taint—this terribly wrong act—would, day by day, year by year, wear at her until she was no more than a ghost of her former self. She saw need when she looked into his eyes, but was there any love as well? Had she discarded Penelope’s friendship for a man who didn’t, in the end, truly care for her?

For she loved him, she realized now, in this brightly lit garden, of all places, with his future wife, her
cousin
, by her side. She loved Maximus totally and completely, with all of her bitter, broken heart, and she did not know if it was enough for the two of them.

Scarborough bustled up at that moment, his hands full of steaming dishes of tea. Artemis quickly took two cups and thanked the duke before turning away to bring the tea to Phoebe.

She was within sight of Phoebe when she was hailed again.

“I had not thought to see you again so very soon, Miss Greaves.”

Artemis turned at the voice, surprised to find Mrs. Jellett looking at her with interest.

“Erm, how nice to meet again,” Artemis replied, wondering if she was expected to curtsy even though she held a dish of tea in each hand. She glanced to the right where Phoebe was seated at an arbor waiting for Artemis’s return. Her friend had her face tilted up to catch the sunlight.

“You left Pelham House so precipitously,” Mrs. Jellett continued, linking arms with Artemis before she could defend herself. Artemis watched the full dish of milky tea hovering over the fine blond lace adorning Mrs. Jellett’s sleeve and hoped the lady wouldn’t hold her at fault if it soon became tea stained. “Just after Wakefield hurried back to London in fact. Such a pity! My dear friend Lady Noakes was quite put out at the early end to the house party. She has so little occasion to dine well. Not since Noakes lost most of her dowry. He was quite penniless before he married Charlotte. All his wealth came from her and now it’s gone.” Mrs. Jellett leaned close in confidence. “
Gambling
, you know. Such a terrible affliction.”

Artemis eyed the older woman warily. “I’m just taking this tea to Lady Phoebe if you’ll—”

“Oh, is Phoebe here, too?” cried Mrs. Jellett. She glanced in the direction in which Artemis had been walking and smiled.

Artemis did not like that smile.

“Well, we shouldn’t keep her waiting,” Mrs. Jellett announced, and Artemis found herself standing in front of Phoebe still linked with the other woman.

“I had no idea you’d be here, dear,” Mrs. Jellett said in an overly loud voice, rather as if Phoebe’s poor sight had affected her hearing as well.

“It’s a lovely day for a garden party, isn’t it?” Phoebe said.

“Here’s your tea,” Artemis said, carefully placing the cup into the girl’s hand. “I was just discussing your brother’s house party with Mrs. Jellett.”

Phoebe’s eyes cleared with the mention of Mrs. Jellett’s name and Artemis suspected that she hadn’t known who exactly had greeted her until just then. “Will you sit with us, ma’am?”

“Oh, thank you, my dear.” The older lady immediately sat beside Phoebe, forcing Artemis to take Mrs. Jellett’s other side. “I was just telling Artemis that we all missed her when she left the house party in such a rush.”

“But she left with me,” Phoebe said sweetly. “So if Artemis was in a rush, I suppose I was as well.”

Mrs. Jellett looked a trifle put out by this simple statement before her expression smoothed over and she leaned forward. “But then, Phoebe dear, you didn’t wander off with a bachelor gentleman into the woods before you left.” She tittered with horrible gaiety. “We did so
wonder
, Miss Greaves, what you might have been doing with His Grace out there in the woods.”

“As I said before, His Grace was merely looking at a bird I’d spotted.” Artemis was careful to keep her voice even.

“Indeed? Why, I wish I were as daring as you, Miss Greaves! No wonder he immediately installed you in his town house.”

“Actually, Artemis is acting as my lady’s companion,” Phoebe said quietly.

Mrs. Jellett patted her hand. “Yes, dear. I’m sure she is.”

Artemis inhaled, but Phoebe was quicker than she. “I
think we’ll take a turn about the garden. If you’ll excuse us, ma’am?”

She stood and Artemis hastily offered her arm. They were quiet as Artemis led her down one of the less crowded paths, until Artemis spoke. “I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t you dare apologize,” Phoebe said fiercely. “Spiteful old witch. I don’t know how she can stand herself. I’m just sorry that helping me has laid you open to such gossip.”

Artemis looked away, her throat closing in guilt. Soon—very soon, if Mrs. Jellett’s attitude was any indication—her secret with Maximus would be revealed. She’d known from the start that there was no way to keep it for long, but she hadn’t guessed it would happen so abruptly. She was about to enter a different level of society.

One reserved for ladies who had fallen.

John Alderney was a thin man with wide blue eyes and a nervous blink that seemed to be made worse by the presence of the Duke of Wakefield in his London sitting room.

“I’ve sent for tea,” Alderney said, beginning to lower himself to a chair before popping back up again. “That’s all right, isn’t it? Tea? Or… or there’s brandy about somewhere, I think.” He peered around his little sitting room as if expecting the brandy to appear of its own accord. “French, of course, but then I suppose most brandy is.”

He blinked rapidly at Maximus.

Maximus fought back a sigh and sat. “It’s ten of the clock.”

“Oh, er?”

They were both saved by the arrival of the tea. An awestruck maid stared at Maximus the entire time she was pouring, and he couldn’t help but think it was a miracle she didn’t spill the tea on the carpet. She backed from the room, revealing as she opened the sitting room door a bevy of servants and Alderney’s pink little wife gawking in the hallway before reluctantly closing it.

Clutching a steaming cup in both hands seemed to settle Alderney enough that he was at least able to sit and form a coherent thought. “Quite the honor, of course—don’t have dukes comin’ to visit before noon all that often—and I can’t say enough how… how grateful we are, but I… I was wonderin’…”

But that seemed to be as far as Alderney’s courage took him. He broke off to gulp half his dish of tea and then winced as he apparently burned his mouth.

Maximus took the emerald pendant from his waistcoat pocket and put it on the table between them. “I’m told that this used to belong to you. Where did you get it?”

Alderney’s mouth dropped open. He blinked several times, staring at Maximus as if he expected some further explanation, and when none was forthcoming, at last stretched out his arm to pick up the pendant.

Maximus growled.

Alderney snatched back his hand. “I… er… what?”

Maximus took a breath and deliberately let it out slowly to try and release some of the tension in his body—a move that seemed to alarm Alderney. “Do you remember this pendant?”

Alderney wrinkled his nose. “Ah… n-no?”

“It would’ve been some years ago,” Maximus said,
holding his patience with both hands. “Thirteen years or so.”

Alderney calculated, his lips moving silently, and then suddenly brightened. “Oh, Harrow! That’s where I was thirteen years ago. Pater hadn’t the money himself, of course, but Cousin Robert was kind enough to send me. Jolly place, Harrow. Met quite a lot of fine fellows there. Food wasn’t what you might call elegant, but there was lots of it and I remember a sausage that was simply…” Alderney looked up at this point and must’ve read something on Maximus’s face that alarmed him for he started. “Oh, er, but that’s perhaps not what you want to know?”

Maximus sighed. “Lord Kilbourne said that he had this pendant from you.”

“Kilbourne…” Alderney laughed, high and nervous. “But everyone knows the man’s mad. Had an attack of some kind and killed three fellows.” Alderney shuddered. “I heard that one man’s head was nearly severed from his body. Bloody. Never would’ve thought it of Kilbourne.
Seemed
a nice enough fellow at school. Remember he once ate an entire eel pie. Not something you see every day, I can tell you that. The eel pies were quite large at Harrow and usually—”

“So you did know Kilbourne at Harrow?” Maximus asked to clarify.

“Why, yes, he was in my house,” Alderney said at once. “But there were many other quite sane fellows in my house as well. Lord Plimpton, for instance. Quite a bigwig in Parliament now, as I understand. Though”—Alderney’s brow knit on a thought—“he
wasn’t
a very nice fellow at school. Used to gobble rare beefsteak with his mouth half open.” Alderney shuddered. “Surprised
he
didn’t turn out to be a bloody raving madman, now that I think of it. But there you are: can’t predict these things apparently. Perhaps it was all that eel pie.”

Maximus stared at Alderney for a moment, trying to decide if the man were lying or really as foolish as his words seemed to paint him.

Alderney appeared to brighten at his confusion. “Was there anything else?”

“Yes,” Maximus gritted out, making the man cringe back. “Think: when could you have given that pendant to Kilbourne?”

“Why…” Alderney knit his brows. “Never, as far as I know. I don’t remember even talking that much with Kilbourne beyond the usual ‘Good morning’ and ‘Are you eating your portion of sausage?’ We weren’t really friends.
Not
,” Alderney hastened to add at Maximus’s growing scowl, “that I wasn’t friendly or anything, but he was the sort who actually
read
things in Latin, and I was more interested in sweets and smuggling tobacco into the house.”

Alderney stopped abruptly and stared at Maximus rather helplessly.

Maximus closed his eyes. He’d been so sure that here at last was the trail he could follow to find the murderer—only to be stopped by a fool’s faulty memory. Of course, that was supposing that Kilbourne had even been telling the truth. He was a madman, after all.

Maximus opened his eyes, scooped up the pendant, and stood. “Thank you, Alderney.”

“That’s it?” The other man didn’t hide his relief. “Oh, well, glad to be of help. Don’t have such illustrious visitors, as I said, only Cousin Robert, and he hasn’t been by since Michaelmas of last year.”

Maximus halted on his way to the door and slowly turned on a sudden thought. “Who is your cousin Robert, Alderney?”

His host grinned, looking quite idiotic. “Oh! Thought you knew. He’s the Duke of Scarborough.”

A
RTEMIS HAD JUST
sat down to dinner that night with Phoebe and Maximus at Wakefield House when her world came tumbling down about her ears.

She’d only taken in the dear sight of Maximus frowning over his fish when the commotion began. Armageddon was heralded by voices in the corridor outside the dining room and the hurried footsteps of the servants.

Phoebe cocked her head. “Who could that be at this time of night?”

They hadn’t long to speculate.

The door was flung open to reveal Bathilda Picklewood. “My dears, you should’ve seen the roads! Simply awful, all of them. I thought we would be stuck forever in a mud hole at the turnpike near Tyburn. Wilson actually had to get down from the box and lead the horses out, and I won’t even repeat the language he used.”

Belle, Starling, Percy, and Bon Bon all trotted over to greet Miss Picklewood, while Mignon rumbled from her arms at the other dogs.

“Hush, Mignon,” Miss Picklewood scolded. “Goodness, you sound like a bumblebee! Where did all these dogs come from? Surely you didn’t bring them from Pelham?”

“We thought they’d like the change of scenery,” Phoebe said brightly. “I’m so glad you’ve arrived! We didn’t expect you back for another fortnight or so.”

“Well, I thought I’d pop in to see how you all were doing,” Miss Picklewood said, exchanging a look Artemis couldn’t interpret with Maximus.

The duke’s expression had shut down as surely as a door closing. “I trust your friend is doing better?”

“Oh, much,” Miss Bathilda said as she sat. Footmen scurried under the eagle eye of the butler to set another place for her. “And dear Mrs. White was so sweet. She told me I must come at once, just for a small visit, so that I wouldn’t tire of Bath.”

“That was kind,” Maximus replied flatly.

“Now, dear.” Miss Picklewood turned to Phoebe. “You must tell me what you did today.”

Artemis was quiet, poking the tines of her fork gently into her fish as she listened to Phoebe prattle. Once she glanced up and caught Maximus staring at her broodingly. She couldn’t help a shiver of premonition. It seemed very strange that Miss Picklewood would leave her friend’s sickbed just to “pop in.”