“Indeed, I thought that was done.”
“If you would afford me a few moments I will explain,” Holland said.
The earl touched Bess’s elbow and whispered, “I shall return in a moment.”
He saw his beloved’s expression and knew she was concerned, but he wouldn’t be long. By all that was earth, air, and fire, he loved her, and once he was done with Holland he would tell her so!
Holland led him to the garden doors, and the earl pulled a face. “Outside, man? Why outside? We can find a quiet room.”
“I don’t want anyone to hear us, to see us go off alone together and wonder at it. Too many gossipmongers about, and Prinny loves gossip.”
The earl complied, but when they stepped outside and into the fresh air, he felt as though he had had too much too drink. His movements felt labored. His eyes couldn’t focus, and a sudden dawning hit him. “You … champagne … you …
devil!
”
He felt arms link under his underarms and looked up to see a young, well-dressed man. He heard the man say to Holland, “Our debt is done after this.”
“Yes, yes, only hurry,” Holland said.
The earl tried to grab hold of the man at his back but found he had no control of his hands. He tried to kick at Holland, who held his legs, but though he struggled to move, he realized he barely was able to jiggle his legs.
His last thought as he blacked out completely was,
Aye then, Holland means to throw me in the river, and whatever I’ve been given will surely leave me unable to swim …
* * *
Bess watched as Holland opened the garden door for the earl to pass through. She witnessed the earl’s hesitation before he went outside, and something in her stomach fluttered.
Wrong—this was all wrong. What did Holland want with the earl?
And what was wrong with her beloved? The earl appeared suddenly as though he were bosky, and she knew that he wasn’t.
She saw him hold onto the door frame as though to steady himself. She saw him shake his head and blink as he swayed. Holland actually put an arm about him as though to steady him. What the devil was going on?
Anyone else would think he had had too much to drink and was going out for a bit of night air to clear his head. She knew better. She had only a moment ago been speaking with him. She rather thought he hadn’t anything to drink but the glass of champagne …?
That glass the maid had handed to him specifically. She hit her forehead as dawning lit in her brain. He had said it tasted poor quality, but hers had not.
Of course—it had been laced with something dreadful!
Holland had done something to the earl’s drink!
Bess was certain of this, and she ran to the garden doors without any other thought. She arrived just in time. Horror filled her heart as she gasped and reached out a hand as though to stop them.
She saw the earl as he swayed and began to fall. A young man, unknown to her, scooped the earl up by his armpits while Holland took the earl’s legs.
They carried him towards a coach. She could see the crest on it, and with a shout in her throat, without thinking, she started forward after them but stopped when she felt nails digging into her bare arm.
She turned and discovered Lady Sonhurst at her side, hissing at her like a cat. The woman spat, “Stay out of my way, chit!”
Bess grabbed the woman’s arm. “Stop!”
Sally Sonhurst whirled on her, withdrew the long pin that held a cluster of pearls in her hair, and without a moment’s hesitation stabbed Bess squarely in her stomach.
Bess gasped and staggered backwards as Sally picked up her skirts and ran towards the coach in which the earl had already been deposited.
For a moment, Bess was in shock, grasping out to hold onto something to keep herself from falling over, and then she found both Donna and Robby flanking and supporting her.
Donna saw the blood around the pinhead of pearls and shrieked as Robby took command. “Hush.” He looked at Bess and said gently, “Easy there—I’m going to pull this out …”
With a quick movement he withdrew the pin, whose four inches had been pushed into Bess, and she gasped with pain. Blood flowed freely over her gown, and she said, “I am fine. We don’t have any time. Fine—just need something to catch the blood,” she said to Donna, who immediately bent, tore off a piece of her underskirt, and applied it to Bess’s wound.
“Who did this?” Robby demanded.
“Lady Sonhurst,” Bess said and then looked at Donna. “They have drugged the earl and carried him off. She is in cahoots with Holland—though what they are planning I cannot conceive.”
Robby said, “Stay here, both of you. I am going to tell Bess’s father that we are taking her home.”
“No, not home. We have to get to the earl. We have to find the coach, Robby. It had a crest on it, couldn’t have been Holland’s carriage. This was an unusual crest of palms and pineapples, very odd, all in gold.”
“That is the Sonhurst crest. Some years ago the Sonhurst family made their fortune in the islands, some plantation or other,” Robby said.
“Robby, I am impressed. How do you know all that?” Donna remarked as she looked at her husband and tried to hold Bess still.
“What, don’t you think I am up to every rig?” He smirked at her.
“Then we have to follow it—we are losing precious time,” Bess said, wincing as she first started off.
“No, we are not losing any time at all. The traffic outside the Jersey’s is at a standstill. A carriage lost its wheel and toppled over. You can’t get through easily or timely.”
Again, Donna was impressed. “How do you know that?”
“Heard one of the guests complaining that they had to walk the last row to get to the ball and that was why they were so late.”
Bess held the cloth to her wound and with some determination started off. “Then we shall head them off on foot.”
“
We need a gun
,” Robby said. “No doubt of it, we need a gun.”
Bess’s father arrived at that moment, took immediate stock of the situation, and said, “No, we do not, and mind me in this. There are other ways to catch vermin.” He took away the cloth from his daughter’s wound and shook his head. “My poor girl. Will you leave this to me and allow me to drop you first at home with Maddy?”
“No, I am coming with you. ’Tis only …” She grinned naughtily. “A pin prick.”
He shook his head, but his eyes were full with love. “Stay close then.”
She nodded vigorously, and he touched her chin. “Then put this on—we haven’t time to go back for your cloaks.” He took off his velvet cutaway coat and overrode her protests that she would ruin it if blood got on it.
Robby did the same for Donna, and the viscount said on a grim note, “Off we go. We must catch up to them …”
~ Twenty-Two ~
IF THEY MADE an odd-looking foursome weaving through the mess of traffic and screaming drivers outside Lady Jersey’s elegant home, they neither noticed nor cared.
They spied Lady Sonhurst’s coach, whose driver had managed to wield the horses leading it through the frenzied hub of traffic and was at the end of the long avenue, and they ran.
They watched it turn the corner, and it didn’t take them long to realize where it was going, for the viscount had been acquainted with Sally Sonhurst’s late husband and knew just where her townhouse was located. He stopped them with his arm out and told them firmly, “Catch your breath. We haven’t far to go, and we can do so at an easier pace.”
“But, Papa … they have him,” wailed Bess, who did not want to allow the coach to get out of sight.
“Indeed they do, and I can’t fathom what they mean to do with him, but they are taking him to the Sonhurst townhouse. I doubt that they mean to harm him there.”
“This doesn’t make any sense,” Robby said on a frown.
“No, Robby, it does not,” Donna agreed, taking a long gulp of air. She turned to Bess and worriedly asked, “Are you bleeding still, Bess?”
“Yes, but I’m fine, honestly. The bleeding is only a trickle now,” Bess lied and held her hand tightly over the cloth she had already turned inside out over her wound. She marveled to herself how a hole only a fraction of an inch could allow so much blood to pour out of her.
It didn’t take them long to make their way to the front steps, and there Bess stood back to admire her father.
He had such presence and command as he stood there and waited for someone to respond to his very harsh pounding of the door knocker.
* * *
Sally heard the noise at the front door, for apparently the visitor had taken to shouting as well as using the door knocker. She looked at Holland as they set the earl on the sofa.
“Who could that be?” she asked and picked nervously at her blue gown.
“Get rid of them,” Holland snapped. “Hurry, Sally—we don’t have time for this. Just have your maid get rid of them.” He turned and addressed the minister, who was sipping his brandy in a comfortable chair near the fire. “Are you ready, Mr. Stokes?”
The earl surprised Holland at that moment by suddenly getting to his unsteady feet and taking a swing at him.
Holland sneered at him and made a low, guttural sound, but the earl’s words, though incoherent, most definitely held a threat, and his blue eyes glared as he swayed.
Holland growled and pushed him hard, and the earl fell back on his heels and sat heavily on the sofa.
The earl once again surprised Holland by putting his hands on his head and giving himself a shake before leveling a frenzied glance at him and choking out, “I’ll kill ye fer this, doona ye know that?”
“No, no, you won’t, and what is more, my arrogant lord, it will all be over in a moment, and you will have a wife, who I am certain will lead you a pretty dance all the rest of your days. And at night, well, whenever you look at her, you can
think of me,
as I have had her in every imaginable way a man can have a woman.” He grinned evilly. “Now won’t that be fun for you?”
Mr. Stokes was a small man with a quizzing glass over one eye and a glass of brandy in his hand. He stood up at that moment and announced that he was ready to perform the ceremony. However, he then hiccupped and immediately sat back down.
“Devil, doona think it will be so, doona think it,” the earl said on a raspy note as he once again tried to stand.
Holland eyed him and said, “I don’t think I put enough of that laudanum in your drink, tch, tch. Coming out of it too soon, are we? Well, no matter, not soon enough to save yourself.” He pushed the earl back onto the sofa, turned, and closed his eyes a moment before he gritted his teeth and called out roughly, “Sally, what is taking you so long?”
* * *
Sally was at that very moment backing away from her drawing room door. The viscount, who had dismissed the maid from her duty with the threat of having the beadles fetched, entered forcefully, his daughter on his left and Robby looking like a demon ready to devour his prey on his right. Donna watched the maid as she followed them into the room.
“Lady Sonhurst, you will cease and desist whatever it is you are doing,” the viscount said between clenched teeth. Bess thought she had never seen him so very angry.
Sally collected herself and was beginning to object when the viscount said, taking a bold step towards her, “I can have you thrown into the gallows for this night’s work. My daughter bleeds still from your vicious attack.” He stopped for a moment, and Bess actually thought he might strike the woman, but his fists remained clenched at his side. “Indeed, do not think you will come away unscathed from this. I will see to it that both of you pay.” He turned to Robby. “See to the earl …”
Bess rushed with Robby and bent to touch the earl’s face. He looked up at her and whispered, “My love, something in … the drink.”
“Yes, yes, we know.” She turned to Donna and said, “Have a servant bring him coffee, Donna, please.”
Holland released a roar and had started for Bess with the obvious intention of doing her harm when Robby stepped in and pushed him so hard he toppled over furniture on his way to the oriental carpet.
The earl grinned and said, “Thank. You. Been. Wanting. To. Do that.”
“Hush, my love, hush,” she said and laid her head on his chest.
The earl looked at the viscount and managed to murmur, “Permission …” as he made a ring sign over his finger.
“Indeed,” Bess’s father said jovially, as though they were at a private party. “I have been ready to give you permission to marry my daughter from the first moment you looked at one another. The two of you reminded me of her mother and myself just before I realized I couldn’t live without her.”
Bess and Donna both started to cry and laugh and cry and laugh as Robby said bluntly, “Let’s get this damned business over with so that we can go home and get something to eat!”
~ Epilogue ~
WHISPERS AND GOSSIP were abhorrent to both the earl and Bess’s father. Bess thought that they should beat Holland to a pulp and then throw him to the sharks, but the earl had laughed and told his love that he had something far worse in mind.