Kirkle demanded.
âMy lord, does the name Matthew Clemspool mean anything to you?â
âNever heard of him.â
âMy inquiries have informed me that he has a business called Brotherâs Keeper. On Bow Lane. In the City. Its principal purpose is to exploit the conflicts between younger and older brothers in families of wealth.â
âI donât grasp your meaning, sir.â
âIf,â Mr. Pickler explained, âa younger brother wishes to trouble or push aside an older brother, he engages Mr. Clemspool. By the same token, if an older brother wishes to trouble or push aside a younger one, he also engages Mr. Clemspool.â
From his pocket Mr. Pickler drew out the tincture of rhubarb. He held the bottle up. âThis, sir, was procured for your son by this Mr. Clemspool. A chemist had advised me it contains something beyond the tincture. He suspects a sleeping potion.â
âDespicable! I will have this Clemspool fellow arrested!â
âHe seems to have vanished.â
âIâll track him down!â
âHe is not to be traced.â
âAre you implying, Mr. Pickler, that this scoundrel abducted Laurence?â
Mr. Pickler bobbed his head and swallowed hard. âNo, sir, I am not saying that.â
âThen, good heavens, man,â Lord Kirkle thundered, âwhat are you saying?â
âMy lord, you have another son.â
âWhat about him?â
âPerhaps, my lord,â the investigator offered, âit would be wise to ask ââ He hesitated. Then, speaking more softly, he added, âAsk Sir Albert if he has had any dealings with this Matthew Clemspool.â
It took a moment for Lord Kirkle to absorb the thought. When he had, his face turned fiery. âMr. Pickler,â he cried, âare you fully aware of what you are saying?â
âMy lord, this Mr. Clemspool informed me himself thathe helped Sir Laurence leave London and reach Liverpool. He was employed to do so, I believe, by ⦠your elder son. Once in Liverpool I am quite sure Sir Laurence got on a ship that sailed for America â as a stowaway.â
The blood drained from Lord Kirkleâs face. His body sagged. He would have fallen if he had not grasped the edge of the desk. Only with great effort did he pull himself up to his full height.
âMr. Pickler,â he whispered in a breaking voice, âdo you think my boy is ⦠alive?â
âTo the best of my knowledge, my lord. But they do not treat stowaways kindly. And ⦠many die on these emigrant boats.â Mr. Pickler looked into his bowler, which, for security, he had retrieved from the desk. âEven if your son survived the voyage and reached America, I donât know how we could find him.â The investigator looked up. âAmerica is a measureless place. We have only the Robert Peel âs destination to go on.â
For several minutes Lord Kirkle said nothing. Then, speaking very slowly, he said, âMr. Pickler, I thank you for your efforts. Your services are no longer required. Consider yourself dismissed.â
Mr. Pickler was so astonished by Lord Kirkleâs words that he had no breath to respond.
âLeave my home immediately , sir,â Lord Kirkle croaked hoarsely. âAt once! You are not to share your speculations with anyone â anyone . If you do, it shall be worth your life.â
âMy lord,â Mr. Pickler gasped, âI only beg to say ââ
âGo!â Lord Kirkle shouted. âLeave me!â
Though it took every ounce of his willpower to keep from bursting into tears, there was nothing else for Mr. Pickler to do but turn toward the door. When he reached it, he paused and attempted to speak. Lord Kirkle prevented him.
âYou will be well paid for your trouble, Mr. Pickler. Double your fee. I will give you a good character if asked. Now remove yourself from my house. And do not return. Ever.
Christine Zolendz, Frankie Sutton, Okaycreations