said.
The servants bowed and left. Sarah closed the door behind them. She walked forward as if entering the presence of greatness. She threw her arms about Char and swung her around the room. Lady Baldwin did her own jig, the half-Âempty sherry bottle held high.
âYou did it,â Sarah said. âYou did it, you did it, you did it. Oh, sweetieâÂâ She used a pet name for Char. âOur luck has changed.â
Char prayed she was right.
Chapter Six
J ack woke the next morning in one of Menheimâs very comfortable beds and his first thought was of the lovely pickpocket.
After their confrontation, heâd gone out of his way to walk that particular section of the city, looking for a slender lad hiding hair kissed by the moon under an overlarge hat.
Of course he didnât find her. She was clever enough to avoid him. And he had more important matters to consider than a petty criminal, even a lovely one.
Heâd forced her out of his mind. He was Âsingular of purpose and focused on what he needed to do . . . until this morning, and he wasnât certain why he thought of her now.
Something had prompted his curiosity about her and Jack couldnât fathom what it was.
Gavin had sent footmen the night before to the Horse and Horn for his belongings. Jack now dressed himself and, seeing the time, left his room bound for a meeting of his delegation at the inn.
Menheim was quiet when he went out the door, which was not unusual considering the ball the night before. Not even Henry, their ever-Âpresent butler, guarded the front door.
âI hear you created a stir last night,â Silas ÂLawrence commented in greeting as Jack sat down at his table in the public room. The Horse and Horn was a busy posting inn and accessible to wherever one might wish to go in London, or in England.
The room charges were also reasonable. JonÂathan Russell, the United States chargé dâaffaires to the Court of St. James, had recommended it to Jackâs delegation. Heâd also warned that the United States government was notoriously slow with paying travel vouchers. Matthew Rice might have enough money to lose his purse and replace it, but Jack didnât. He wasnât certain about Silasâs financial standing, but the man had offered no protest at the choice of residence.
âAnd you heard this where?â Jack said.
âThe papers.â Lawrence spread his hands over the paper he had been reading. âThey are full of stories about your brotherâs ball last evening. I didnât realize you had gone missing and had been believed dead.â
âI am more resilient than most consider me,â Jack returned.
Lawrence gave him one of his tight smiles. âÂApparently. I knew you were well connected but I didnât realize there was so much family Âspectacle involved. You are all anyone can talk about. Iâve been sitting here for an hour and your name is on everyoneâs lips.â
âI am not here to discuss my family history. Where is Matthew?â Jack nodded as the Âserving girl, a buxom lass with more swagger to her hips than a sailor, gestured to see if he wished a Âtankard. He pointed to whatever Silas was drinking. âI sent word we should all meet at this hour.â
âAnd I am here.â Lawrence began folding the paper. âI did notice you didnât return last night.â
âIâll be staying with my family.â
âAh.â Lawrence had a way of making that one syllable sound a condemnation. âWell, our young friend may not be joining us. He is sleeping it off.â
âSleeping what off?â
âRelax, Whitridge. Matthew is young. He took in too many of the sights, if you understand my meaning.â His gaze lingered appreciatively on the serving girl as she placed a pewter mug in front of Jack.
Leaning forward to block his view, Jack said, âWe are not here for
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