better.â
âAlibi.â
âRight. Yes. Letâs seeâ¦Thursdayâ¦Calais. I took a room at a remarkably dim tavern across from the hotel the Whites were in after a more than usually tedious channel crossing. Terrible weather.â
âCan you prove it?â
âIf I must. The owner would remember me. We had an infuriating discussion about continental politics.â
âDo you have your ticket from the ferry?â I asked.
âI suppose I do somewhere.â
âWill you please speak to Inspector Gaudet?â
âThat fop?â
âYou know him?â
âOnly from watching you talk to him.â He gave an overdramatic sigh. âIf it will release you from even a small measure of stress, I can hardly refuse.â
âIt will also keep you from the guillotine,â I said.
âA not unwelcome perk.â
âThereâs one more thing I need from you.â I untied my horse and started to walk. âCome with me.â
âVery well. I may as well accept the inevitable. Is the dashing Mr. Hargreaves at home? Iâve been meaning to call on him for some time.â
8 July 1892
An intruder in my house! I know not what alarms me moreâhis very presence or the fact that I slept so soundly and undisturbed during his visit. So far as any of us can tell, heâs taken nothing beyond our sense of security, but I am most displeased. I dislike the violation, even more now that Iâm aware heâs no stranger to my incorrigible daughter-in-law. It is as if she has brought an unending supply of disturbance with her.
I canât believe I lent a book to a person of such dubious acquaintance.
Iâve had a letter from Lady Carlisle this morning, pleading with me to return to London. It seems the Womenâs Liberal Federation, a group in which Iâve been intimately involved (albeit from a distance) since its inception, is in the midst of heated controversy. Theyâve decided to press forward with an agenda that includes actively pursuing the right of women to vote. All members of the fair sex throughout Britain ought to rejoice at such news. But instead, at least ten thousand of our members have renounced the organization in protest. Rumor has it theyâre starting a group of their own, one that will not support suffrage, and Iâm afraid the Liberal Party leadership may prefer their priorities. What good is fighting for womenâs rights if those rights donât include being able to vote?
More ruckus beginning outside. I shall investigate and see what new inconvenience is to be heaped upon my household.
7
The walk back to the house was a short one, and after releasing the horse to a stable boy, I let Sebastian take my arm (only to keep him from trying to dash away) and led him into the drawing room, where Mrs. Hargreaves greeted us with raised eyebrows and an appropriate look of horror. I did detect in her eyes a slight glimmer of hopeâperhaps she thought Madame Bovary had started to wear off on me. But it was Cécileâs reaction that I most cherished.
âMon dieu!â she cried, leaping to her feet and kissing Sebastian on both cheeks. âThose eyesâ¦the color of sapphires. Stunning.â
âMadame du Lac.â He bowed low and kissed her hand with an affected reverence. âIt is a delight to no longer be relegated to admiring you from afar.â
âI am glad to see you,â she said, looking him up and down. âIâve always believed that it is a rare and magical thing to find a gentleman of such refined taste. Particularly one who will go to such unspeakably magnificent lengths to satisfy his every artistic whim.â
âIt is never whim, madame, I assure you. I am driven only by the most carefully orchestrated motivations.â
âWhat a pity Monsieur Leblanc has already taken his leave from us,â Cécile said. âIâm quite certain he would have been