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Mr. Pickler murmured a final, âMy lord,â bobbed his head, and crept from the room.
Lord Kirkle remained leaning on the mantel for a long while. Utterly wretched, he crossed to the corner of the room and pulled upon a braided rope. A servant entered.
âRichards,â Lord Kirkle managed to say. âIs Sir Albert at home?â
âI believe he is, my lord.â
âI wish him here. At once.â
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A weary Lord Kirkle sank upon his chair, drew Laurenceâs tattered jacket toward him, and buried his face in it.
The door to the study soon opened. Sir Albert clumped in, a complacent smile upon his face.
âMy â,â he began to say, but stopped short when he saw his fatherâs anguished look. And the familiar jacket. Albertâs first thought was that Laurence had been found. Perhaps dead. It took all his strength to keep from smiling. âMy lord â¦,â he tried again.
Lord Kirkle stared at his elder son with bloodshot eyes. âSir,â he said, his voice trembling, âI intend to ask you some questions. You had best answer me truthfully.â
âOf ⦠course, my lord,â Albert stammered.
âAlbert, does the name Matthew Clemspool mean anything to you?â
Taken by surprise, Albert swallowed hard and squeezed his hands until his knuckles cracked. âI ⦠I ⦠am not sure.â
âWhat does that ânot sureâ mean, sir?â Lord Kirkle demanded. âDo you or do you not know him?â
âWell, perhaps I have heard the name, but ââ
Lord Kirkle sprang from his chair so suddenly that Albertjumped back. âHave you had any dealings with this scoundrel?â his father demanded.
âI donât know that ââ
âI have been informed that this Matthew Clemspool helped your brother leave London and reach Liverpool, from which point the boy went to America as a stowaway.â
Sir Albert gasped. âBut, sir ⦠what has that to do with me?â His knuckles cracked again.
Lord Kirkle continued. âI have been further informed that Mr. Clemspoolâs business is to involve himself in older-younger brother tensions on behalf of one or the other. It has been suggested, sir, that you and Mr. Clemspool have had business dealings.â
âHeâs a liar and swindler,â replied Sir Albert. âIf you knew him as I do ââ
âThen you have dealt with him!â Lord Kirkle roared.
âWell, yes, I suppose, in some ââ
âDo you admit, sir, that you conspired to have Laurence spirited away from London, that he might go off to America?â
Albert gulped for air. âNo, sir ⦠not at all,â he stammered. âIt wasnât that. It was only to teach the nuisance his proper place. I had no intention of ââ
âDo you know what you have done?â Lord Kirkle shouted. âDo you?â
âI didnât do anything, my lord,â Albert whined. âNothing. I swear I didnât. I ââ
âBecause of you, your brother is a beggarly stowaway on a ship for Boston. Alone! At the mercy of any and all! Quite possibly dead! And even if by some happy chance he does reach America alive, he will be lost to us â forever.â
âIâll ⦠Iâll go find him,â Albert cried. âI will. Iâll leave right away.â
âBy God, sir!â Lord Kirkle shouted, his face contorted with rage. âYou had best do exactly that! Consider yourself cut off from every penny you think is yours save what you need to bring your brother back. Do you understand me, sir? Find your brother! Now remove yourself from my sight!â
âYes, sir.â
âGo!â
Sir Albert hurried from the room â and met his mother in the hallway. The small woman was looking alarmed. âWhat is it?â she asked. âThe servants are saying something has
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