Free Royal's Bride by Kat Martin Page B

try.” Morgan sat forward in his chair. “What I need to know is how far you want me to take this?”
    Royal tapped the paper. “If these investments were shams, then someone or several someones took advantage of my father in his weakened mental condition. I want to know who these men are.”
    Morgan nodded. “All right. It may take some time, but sooner or later, I’ll find out who brought these investments to your father’s attention. There may be any number, but more likely just a greedy few who saw a golden opportunity and seized it.”
    Royal stood up from his chair. “I want those names, Morgan. Do what it takes to find them.”
    The investigator stood up as well, an imposing figure with his whipcord-lean body and thick black hair. “I’ll send word as soon as I have further news.”
    Royal walked the man to the door of the study then watched him disappear down the hall. He’d had his suspicions that perhaps his father had been duped, but until today he hadn’t been sure.
    Unconsciously, his jaw hardened. He would find out who was responsible for the terrible losses his family had suffered. The question then would become—what should he do?
     
    Jocelyn sat in the Blue Drawing Room taking tea with her mother and the Dowager Countess of Tavistock. She would rather have been shopping or perhaps gossiping with some of the young women in her social circle about the ball last night at the Earl of Severn’s town mansion, which she had been forced tomiss. But after she became a duchess, she could do whatever she pleased.
    She nodded at something the dowager said, though she wasn’t paying all that much attention. She wished the duke would make an appearance. Plying her charms on a handsome man was always entertaining. Perhaps he would rescue her from the tedious afternoon.
    She took a sip of tea from her gold-rimmed porcelain cup, thinking that at least she was enjoying the chance to wear her new striped-mauve silk gown. It was a lovely dress, the skirt fashioned of deep flounces edged with mauve velvet ribbon. She started at the mention of her name and realized the countess was addressing her.
    “I’m sorry, my lady, I must have been woolgathering. What did you say?”
    “I said my invitation to tea extended to your cousin, Miss Moran. I expected she would be joining us. She isn’t ill, is she?”
    Jocelyn waved a hand. “Of course not—Lily is almost never sick. She is merely busy making her silly hats. Mother thought it best to leave her to it.”
    One of the dowager’s silver eyebrows went up. “Miss Moran makes hats?”
    “Unfortunately, yes.” Mother set her teacup down a little too firmly, rattling the porcelain against the saucer. “I am embarrassed to say our dear cousin has ambitions of one day owning a millinery shop . I vow, I have never heard the like. I told her it simply wasn’t done.”
    “What sort of hats does she make?” the dowager continued as if the topic was actually of some importance.
    “Why, all sorts of hats, ma’am,” Jocelyn answered.“In fact, Lily made the velvet cap I am wearing this afternoon.” She turned her head to show off the lovely mauve creation with its clusters of velvet ribbons that matched her outfit.
    The countess looked intrigued. “Why, it’s lovely. You say she is making hats at this very moment?”
    Jocelyn nodded. “In a room somewhere down the hall. She sews hats every afternoon.”
    The dowager slowly rose to her feet. With a knobby hand, she reached for her cane and used it to steady herself. “I love hats. I believe I should like to see your cousin’s handiwork.”
    Her mother’s mouth thinned. Jocelyn merely followed as the old woman made her way slowly down the hall.
    “The Daffodil Room, I believe it’s called,” Jocelyn said. “I think it is at the back of the house.”
    “I know the room. It has a lovely view of the garden.”
    A garden that needed a good deal of work, Jocelyn thought. She would hire the best landscape