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and nothing in its place! I think it—what the devil!’

      The groom pulled up in the doorway, his eyes popping. As he looked around for some sort of weapon Jack eased himself away from Eloise and waved the pistol.

      ‘Perkins, isn’t it? I beg you will not try to overpower me again,’ he said pleasantly. ‘You would not succeed, you know.’

      Eloise struggled to her feet.

      ‘I did not untie him,’ she said, feeling the groom’s accusing eyes upon her. ‘But he is not our villain. The fact that the package is gone confirms it.’

      ‘He might have an accomplice,’ said Perkins, unconvinced.

      ‘Believe me, I mean your mistress no harm,’ said Jack, standing up and dropping the pistol back into his pocket. ‘I want to help, but to do that I need to know just what is going on.’

      He drew out his handkerchief and pressed it cautiously to the back of his head. Eloise saw the dark stain as he took it away again. She said quickly, ‘Yes, but not now. First we must clean up that wound.’

      ‘My man will do that for me when I get back to town.’

      ‘Then let us waste no more time.’

      She clutched at his sleeve and led him outside, leaving Perkins to put out the lamp and shut the door.

      ‘Can you walk?’ she asked. ‘Do you need my groom to support you?’

      ‘No, I will manage very well with you beside me.’ She felt his weight on her arm. ‘I am not too heavy for you?’

      ‘I helped carry you,’ she retorted. ‘You were much heavier then.’

      She heard him laugh and looked away so he would not see her own smile. She was not yet ready to admit to a truce. They continued in silence and soon the carriage lights were visible in the distance.

      ‘Did you ride here?’ asked Eloise.

      ‘Yes. My horse is tethered to a bush, close to your carriage.’

      ‘Give Perkins your direction and he will ride it back to the stable.’

      ‘And just how is he to get back?’ demanded the groom.

      ‘He will travel back with me in the carriage.’ Eloise bit her lip. ‘I think I owe Major Clifton an explanation.’

      Jack followed Eloise into the carriage and settled himself into the corner, resting the undamaged side of his head against the thickly padded squabs. The coachman had orders to go carefully, but the carriage still rocked and jolted alarmingly as they made their way back towards town. He peered through the darkness at his fellow passenger.

      ‘Are you going to tell me the truth now, madam?’

      There was silence. He thought he detected a faint sigh.

      ‘This morning I received a letter,’ she said at last, ‘asking me to put one hundred guineas under the roots of a fallen tree on Hampstead Heath. The instructions were quite explicit.’

      ‘And what did you expect to get for your money?’

      ‘The—the return of a diary. When I went into the Clevedons’ garden last night it was because I had received a note, instructing me to do so. At the base of Apollo I found a piece of paper. It was a page torn from a…a very personal diary.’ There was a pause. ‘I discovered it was missing last year, but with all the grief and confusion over Allyngham’s death, I thought it had been destroyed.’

      ‘I see. I take it you do not wish the contents of this journal to become public?’

      ‘That is correct.’ The words were barely audible.

      ‘And what is it you wish to keep secret, madam?’

      There was an infinitesimal pause before she said coldly, ‘That you do not need to know.’

      ‘I do if I am to help you to recover the book.’

      ‘If you had not interfered tonight I might already have it back! Who knows but your untimely appearance frightened off the wretch?’

      ‘He was not too frightened to take your money,’ Jack retorted.

      ‘Well…mayhap he will return the book to me tomorrow.’

      ‘You are air-dreaming, Lady Allyngham. In my experience this type of rogue will keep on demanding money until he has bled you dry.’

      ‘No!’

      ‘Yes.’ He leaned forwards, saying urgently, ‘The only way to stop this man is to catch him.’

      ‘Perhaps.’

      ‘There is no perhaps about it.’ The carriage slowed and began to turn.

      ‘King Street,’ she said, peering out of the window. ‘We have arrived at your rooms, Major. Would you like my footman to accompany you to the door?’

      ‘No, thank you, I can manage that short distance.’ He stepped carefully down on to the flagway.

      ‘Major Clifton!’

      Jack turned back to the darkened carriage. Eloise was leaning forwards, her face pale and beautiful in the dim light.

      ‘I am sorry you were injured,’ she said. ‘And I thank you, truly, for your concern.’

      He grasped her outstretched hands, felt the slight pressure of her fingers against his own before she gently pulled free, the carriage door was closed and the carriage rolled off into the night.

      Eloise stirred restlessly. Such dreams had disturbed her sleep: menacing letters, walking alone across a lonely heath, bags of guineas. An encounter with Major Jack Clifton. She sat up. That was no dream. As the reality crowded in upon her she put her hands to her head. She had left a packet containing a hundred guineas on Hampstead Heath. The money had gone, and the diary had not been returned. She gave a little shiver as she thought of the damage that could be done if ever its contents were made known. On top of all that she had been obliged to explain something of her plight to Jack Clifton. For a moment she forgot her own worries to wonder if his head was hurting him this morning—perhaps he had forgotten the night’s events. The thought occurred only to be dismissed. Jack Clifton had not been that badly injured; witness the way he had overpowered her.

      Eloise allowed herself to dwell on that scene in the shepherd’s hut, Jack sitting on the floor, looking up at her with a devilish grin on his handsome face. And when she had knelt before him, fooled into concern for the cut on his head, he had not hesitated to seize her. She could still remember the sensation of being at his mercy, the shiver that had run through her when she looked up and saw the devils dancing in his eyes. It had not been fear, but excitement that had coursed through her veins, the thought of pitting herself against him, her wits against his strength. Angrily she gave herself a little shake.

      ‘Enough,’ she muttered, scrambling out of bed and tugging at the bell-pull. ‘He never thought highly of you, and after last night he thinks even less. You had best forget Major Clifton.’

      But it seemed that was easier said than done. As she partook of her solitary breakfast she tried to put him out of her mind but it was almost as if she had conjured him up when Noyes came to announce that she had a visitor.

      ‘Major Clifton is here to see you, my lady. He is waiting for you in the morning room.’

      For a single heartbeat she considered telling Noyes to deny her, but decided against it. After all, it was her servant who had attacked the major: the least she could do was to show a little concern.

      ‘Thank you, I will go to him directly.’ She rose, putting a hand up to her curls, and it took a conscious effort not to stop at the mirror to check her appearance before entering the morning room.

      Major Clifton was standing by the window, staring out into the street. He seemed to fill the room, his tall figure and

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