ofâof a comedy of errors, Perry,â he said, his brain racing.
âIs what you get for wagering jewels,â purred Cranford. âIt was jewels you spoke of, no?â
Furlong saw the glint in the blue eyes and tightened his lips.
Morris said brightly, âFools, dear boy! League of Fooled Men, we called âem.â
Cranford set his untouched wine aside. With a determined effort he managed to stand in a swift, smooth movement, and not to wince when his weight came down awkwardly on the abominable new foot. His head high and his voice chill, he said, âIâll be off, gentlemen. My apologies for having intruded upon a private conversation. Gad, where ever are my manners gone to?â
âNow donât be a gudgeon, Perry,â urged Glendenning, slanting an unhappy look at Furlong. ââTis onlyââ
âA personal matter between you.â Cranford bowed. âAnd none of my bread and butter. I spoke out of turn. Iâll leave youâfriendsâin peace.â
Furlong groaned.
Glendenning said, âWeâll have to tell him, Owen!â
Aghast, Morris protested, âTio, youâve known him forever! Iâd think you wouldnât wantââ
It was the last straw. âGood day,â said Cranford, starting to the door.
Furlong leapt in front of him. âOh, go and sit down, you uppity fire-eater! I vow youâre as hot-at-hand as August Falcon!â
âOh, no he ainât,â argued Morris. âPerry may be quick to take umbrageââ
âThe devil!â exclaimed Cranford, trying to detach Furlongâs hand from his arm.
ââbut he donât go around challenging half the men in England to duels,â finished Morris.
âI may, â said Cranford furiously. âIf you donât stand aside, Sir Owenââ
âHeaven help us,â moaned Furlong. âHeâs flinging my title in my face.â
Glendenning sighed. âNext heâll be âmy lord-ingâ me, which I simply will not bear. If Ross cuts up stiff, Iâll take the responsibility. Perry, you recall when Sir Mark Rossiterâs banks and shipyards failed, and he swore âtwas a conspiracy?â
Resisting Furlongâs efforts to restore him to his chair, Cranford said frigidly, âI believe Sir Mark cleared his name, my lord. Sir Owen, if you will be so kind as toââ
âYes, but he was right, â Furlong persisted. âIt was a conspiracy, Perry. And part of a much larger plot.â
Cranfordâs eyes widened. He ceased to resist, and sat down.
âGideon Rossiter uncovered the ugly mess when he come home from the Low Countries,â put in Morris, abandoning his attempt to protect Cranford. âWe were both sent back to England on medical grounds, youâll remember, and I got into it with him.â
In a typically rapid change of mood, Cranford asked eagerly, âWhat âugly messâ?â
Glendenning picked up the wineglass and thrust it at him. âSit there like a good boy, and weâll tell you. As briefly as possible. Some wealthy gentlemen have banded together in what we call the League of Jewelled Men. An extreme secret society, that has set about to ruin and disgrace many of our most highly respected and influential citizens.â
âAnd to acquire their estates,â said Morris.
Cranford took a sip of his wine and argued, âBut most such estates would be entailed and unable to beâ Oh! I see! You said âdisgraced.â Do you mean by major crimes? âGainst the State?â His eyes gleamed with excitement as Glendenning nodded. âZounds! In which case I believe the estates could be confiscated and sold for debt! Is that how they go about it?â
âIn such instances, exactly so,â said Furlong. âWeâve discovered that theyâve also purchased estates that were not entailed. If the owners donât