I am not giving up, Diego muttered.
Did you read what the papers said about your performance? Gaspar asked. They extolled your cleverness, pronounced you to be vastly entertaining, even hoped that you would consider performing here again.
Diego glared at Gaspar. I am not touring England, if that is what you plan.
Bending to pick up the crumpled note, Gaspar shoved it into his pocket. Actually, I
er
went to see Philip Astley in town yesterday.
Astley owned a London amphitheater used for public amusement, with daily shows of equestrian mastery, conjuring, and juggling. Gaspar and Diego had met him while touring. He was the one who had shown Diego how to perform the bullet catch.
Gaspar continued. You know he always admired my work, and he was very impressed with what he has heard of yours. He said he could find a place for me with his staff. He needs someone to book the acts. And you
I am not going to work for Philip Astley just because some big-bosomed English female is leading you about by your cock, convincing you that we could have a life here, Diego growled. I would rather slit my throat than live in England.
We cannot keep beating our heads against the wall. We still cannot confirm that Miss Seton is the
marqués
s granddaughter, and even if we do
She
is
his granddaughter, Diego snapped.
I know you think so, but
Lucy
is
Dońa Lucinda, Diego repeated. I
confirmed
it. For a certainty.
It took a moment for the truth to hit the man. Then Gaspar groaned.
Por Dios,
please say that you told her about her grandfather, which prompted her to show you the birthmark of her own free will.
The hopeful note in Gaspars voice made Diego wince.
As soon as Gaspar saw that, a string of foul Spanish left his lips. And
Im
being led about by my cock? No wonder she wont speak to you. I told you that you should tumble a whore, but did you listen? Gaspar paced the study as he ranted. Oh, no, not the proud count. He jerked one gnarled hand in Diegos direction. Now that the grandee of Villafranca thinks hes about to regain his estate, hes too good for whores. No, he must have the granddaughter of a
marqués
in his bed
I did not take her to bed, you old fool. You know I would never deflower an innocent.
Gaspar eyed him skeptically. But you saw the birthmark. And not because she showed it to you.
That is not why she is angry with me. Diego refused to elaborate on what he had done with Lucy. Bad enough he had to reveal the part about the birthmark. But those moments between him and her had been too precious to sully by relating them to anyone, even Gaspar. She is angry because she heard about my early days in the regiment, when I used to be a cardsharp.
And a thief, Gaspar reminded him, never one to mince words.
After all, they had first met when Diego was lifting Gaspars purse. He had never known why Gaspar had taken pity on him, why he had decided to reward Diegos dexter
ity rather than punish it. But Gaspar had offered Diego a choice: be handed over to the local authorities or become his assistant.
For that, Diego would always be grateful. If his thieving had gone on much longer, he would surely have ended up on the gallows. Desperate for money for his ailing mother, and relieved to have another way of gaining it, Diego had agreed to Gaspars proposal.
He had gritted his teeth when Gaspar assigned him such humiliating womens work as cleaning chamber pots and sewing pockets in handkerchiefs. He had practiced the Chinese rings until his fingertips bled. He had endured painful chemical applications to harden his hands so he could carry fire for their candle act.
And he had learned every bit of knowledge he could from the master, until Gaspar could no longer conjure, and the master became the assistant.
Although Gaspar was crotchety, with a penchant for expensive wine and exotic food, the man had earned his retirement, and Diego meant to see that he got it.
I can think of only one good solution to this dilemma, Diego said, having spent the entire night developing a plan.
You sneak into the school and carry her off? Gaspar quipped.
That is the not-so-good solution. And it would be very difficult to sneak into a house full of women without raising an alarm.
A cloud descended on Gaspars brow. I was not serious. Kidnapping is not a choice. The
marqués
said nothing of kidnapping.
Diego gave him a hard stare. He wanted her returned, whatever it took.
Gaspar stiffened. If you kidnap an Englishwoman, the authorities will hunt you down and have you hanged.
I doubt the colonel would risk involving the authorities, given the criminal nature of his own actions. Even if he did not steal her, he covered up the fact that someone else had.
When Gaspar looked confused, Diego realized he had not yet told the man everything he had learned from Lucy and Hunforth. He quickly explained his theories about how Dońa Lucinda had come to be adopted by the colonel.
But even so, I would rather not carry her off against her will, Diego went on. Too messy. We need to persuade her to go willingly, and that means we must bring her to us. Fear for her precious school just might do it. Here is what I propose: I make an offer to buy Rockhurst.
Have you gone mad? Don Carlos barely approved enough funds to cover expenses. How will you pay for this property, with alchemists gold?
I am not planning to pay. Just verbally offer. While Pritchards attorneys draw up papers, I will consult with the licensing magistrates about how much a license would cost. We will make sure everyone in Richmond hears of our actions. It will send the school into a frenzy.
And you think it will send Lucy rushing over here to talk you out of it.
After she and her employer exhaust other options. At the very least, it will acquit me of concocting a scheme to defraud.
Gaspar frowned. Meanwhile, when you dont complete the offer,
Pritchard
will accuse you of fraud. Except that
he
can have you tossed into gaol.
It is a risk, Diego said with a shrug. But we can keep him running around in circles to meet our requirements for some time, and Lucy is too impetuous to hold out long. She will want to speak to me, if only to lecture me. A grim smile touched his lips. She does enjoy lecturing me.
Gaspar still looked skeptical. Now that we know she is heir to the fortune, why not just send her a letter informing her? Shell be begging to go to Spain.
Diego rolled his eyes. Did you not hear me say she refuses my letters? Besides, when I reveal the truth, she will involve the colonel, and he will move heaven and earth to keep us from either taking her home or revealing his perfidy to the press.
Why would Lucy jeopardize her fortune by telling him?
She does not care about money.
Everyone cares about money, Gaspar scoffed, even you.
Not Lucy.
Mrs. Harris has taught us time and again that money can be a curse,
she had said.
At least I know that anyone who marries me will marry for love
.
As if love were the most important thing in the world. That was as foreign an idea to him as English propriety. A man married for land, fortune, or family honor, sometimes all three. And if he gained an amiable partner in the bargain, that was icing on the cake.
But love? That was an illusion, nothing more. Attraction he understood, but no sane man married for attraction alone. Especially when the object of the attraction was a vexing Englishwoman with a deplorable habit of thinking the worst of a man, even when he had been on his best behavior.
He scowled. Not that he could marry Lucy. That was impossible.
She would not have him, anyway. She had decided he was the devil, and she was not about to change her opinion for anything so inconsequential as the facts.
Diego headed for the door. I am going to see Pritchard. You head for town. Gossip about our impending purchase of Rockhurst wherever you dare. But one way or the other, coax our canary out of her cage. She has kept us staring through the bars long enough.
Two days later, Diego stood in an office foyer after sundown, trying not to look bored. He had been summoned by a ghoulish-looking solicitor named Baines, on behalf of a mysterious client who wished to invest in the pleasure garden.
Diego did not care about that, of course, and since Gaspars inquiries had not revealed any connection between Baines and Pritchard, this had nothing to do with the supposed purchase. So it was a waste of his time.
Nonetheless, it would add to his show of purchasing the property. Since Lucy had not yet come around, that could be useful.
Still, it was odd that Baines insisted upon meeting at night. And when a clerk ushered Diego into a dark room, Diego went instantly on his guard.
Either the solicitors white pallor came from a loathing of light, or something else was going on. Only one candle burned, at the very front of Bainess desk. The mans client sat back in the dark, and Diego could barely make out his figure.
He scowled. Like any magician, he had a healthy respect
for what light and shadow could conceal. And he did not like having such tricks used against him.
Sit down, sir. Baines gestured to the chair directly in front of the candle.
Diego gauged the lines of sight. When seated, he would be unable to see either the man in the shadows or Baines. His years with the regiments had taught him that a wise man kept any potential enemy in sight. I prefer to stand.
A panicky look spread over Bainess face, until his companion leaned forward to whisper something that made the solicitor relax. My client says he understands your caution, but he must keep his identity private. If you wish to hear his proposal, you will have to take a seat.
Diego weighed his options, wishing he had thought to bring a pistol. But he had expected a straightforward discussion, where he pretended to be interested in the investor until he could make an excuse to leave.
Still, he understood some mens need for privacy. Very well. He sat down. I take it that your client wants to keep secret his investment in my project?
Actually, he does not wish to invest, Baines said. He wishes to purchase the property after you have bought it from Mr. Pritchard.
Diego blinked. This grew more curious by the moment. Why not just purchase it from Pritchard himself?
Mr. Pritchard will not sell to him. There is
bad blood between them.
Not terribly surprising, given that Pritchard was a loathsome worm, but still interesting.
And why should I consider such a thing? Diego asked.
Because my client will pay you substantially more than you pay Pritchard.
Diego couldnt contain a laugh. Does he know what Pritchard is asking?
Yes. And he knows that the property isnt worth near that.
His eyes narrowed. Yet he is willing to pay
me
even more.
My client has his reasons.
And he will have to tell me what they are before I take his preposterous proposal seriously.
A long silence ensued, followed by more whispering. He prefers to keep his reasons private.
Very well. Diego rose. Good day, gentlemen.
Wait! Baines rose, too. You must at least hear us out. My client is willing to offer you several incentives just to consider his proposal.
Diego paused near the door. I am not interested in changing my plans at this late date, gentlemen, but thank you for the offer.
So youre determined to ruin Mrs. Harriss School for Young Ladies for the purposes of your project?
The whispered question came from the man in the shadows, and the mention of the school stopped Diego in his tracks. Why would some anonymous investor care so much about what happened to a ladies academy that he would be willing to lay out a fortune
The answer hit him. Ah, yes, the secret benefactor. Gaspar had told Diego about Mrs. Harriss anonymous Cousin Michael, who saw himself as champion of the school. Diego could use that, after determining the lay of the land.
Retracing his steps, he took his seat once more. So, you are a friend to the school, are you, sir?
The man in the shadows leaned back, and Baines resumed his role as intermediary. My client is concerned about what effect your project might have on the whole of Richmond.
Diego sat back, tucking his thumbs in his waistband. And just how concerned is he? I believe you mentioned incentives.
More whispering ensued. He is willing to go as high as double the price that Pritchard requires.
I am not interested in money.
My client has another piece of property that you might find an acceptable trade, if that is what you prefer.
I have found the property I want. Its location makes it worth its weight in gold to me. So your property does not interest me, either.
Then what the bloody hell
does,
sir? hissed the man in the shadows.
Diego hid a smile. Only one thing. If you arrange it, I will gladly sell you the property when I buy it. And at Pritchards price, too. He could easily keep
that
promise. All I want is a private meeting with a teacher at the school.
Baines blinked. What?
I want an hour alone with Lucinda Seton, unchaperoned. Nothing else.
As another furious bout of whispering ensued, he held his breath. He was taking a huge risk by laying his cards on the table. If Cousin Michael was as good a friend to the school as he had heard, the man might balk at involving Lucy, and Diego would merely have put everyone on guard.