Phoebe, who had the corner of her lip held between her teeth.
Finally, Phoebe nodded. âAnswers,â she said. âAnd the destruction of whatever damaging evidence he has. Thatâs all. No maiming.â She paused. âUnless the opportunity presents itself.â
âThen the question remains: how do we get to him? And how do we extract information from him once we do?â
âWe could use that fellow,â Phoebe said. âThe burly one. Your brotherâs pet detective.â
âMr. Hudson? No, I donât think so,â Elinor said. âHeâs too familiar with your brother, not to mention mine.â
âYouâre right. The boys use him for everything these days. Heâs bound to tell one of them, or theyâll spot him and put it together.â
Elinor shook her head in amusement at her use of the term
boys
. Colin now had three decades to his name, and Martin had a child of his own on the way. They could hardly be called boys. Which reminded her more forcefully than she preferred that she, too, was well beyond the years of youth. She would be thirty years old in a few scant weeks. She was going to be a spinster all her life.
â
How banaaal
,â Marie would have said, mimicking her motherâs favorite insult. And then she would have had some joke to make it all seem insignificant.
âElinor?â Phoebe said.
âForgive me. I find myself caught up in memories.â Elinor sighed. âThere is one resource we are forgetting. Joan.â
âOf course,â Phoebe said, popping upright to attention. âWe are ill-used to subterfuge and intrigue, but she was practically born to it, wasnât she? But in her conditionââ
âWe canât involve her directly,â Elinor said. âAs much as sheâd be eager for the adventure. But she will have the contacts that we need, and the experience to formulate a plan where we have only the vaguest of notions.â
âWill you write to her, then?â Phoebe asked.
âBetter none of this is in writing,â Elinor said. âItâs only a dayâs journey to the new house. We can go in person.â
âExcellent. I havenât seen her since Christmas,â Phoebe said with a grin. âShe never did finish teaching me to pick locks.â
âDonât tell your brother about that,â Elinor said. âBut if youâre desperate, I can show you. I was her first pupil, you know.â
Phoebe laughed. âIâd forgotten that. Itâs so unexpected, you two being friends.â
âI can occasionally be interesting,â Elinor said with a wry smile.
âDefinitely,â Phoebe said. She leapt to her feet and seized Elinorâs hands. âThank you so much for doing this, Elinor. I couldnât stand the thought of that awful man being out there and nothing happening to him.â
She left then, padding down the hallway on bare feet, a slight skip in her step. Elinor sat staring at the door for a long while after she had gone. For Phoebe, this was already victory. Already an adventure. For Elinor, it was like looking up the slope of a mountain, and preparing to climb.
It was strange, how quickly oneâs understanding of the world could change. Now she knew that her friend had been suffering, and there was a man who had created that suffering. She might be a spinsterâmight be fit only to play escort for younger acquaintances and wither away in her brotherâs drawing roomâbut she had some use in her left. She could make Edward Foyle answer for whatever he had done to her friend.
And she would.
Chapter 6
Colin woke in his bed with the distinct impression that his current location was more a matter of fortune than ability on his part. He was face down, fully clothed but for one boot which had somehow made its way to the windowsill. His mouth was dry, his head pounding, and an ache he couldnât quite locate
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