An Earl To Save Her Reputation. Laura Martin

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      ‘I don’t know.’ The words sounded so pitiful that Harry wondered just how much this young woman was having to deal with all on her own. ‘The packages only started arriving when I came out of mourning. I wonder if the Fortescue children would have waited so long.’

      ‘How many have there been?’

      ‘Four packages, and two letters.’

      ‘What was in the other packages?’

      Lady Fortescue shuddered, her fingers tightening their grip on his arm involuntarily.

      ‘One was full of excrement, from a horse, I think. One had a bloodied scarf and another an animal’s heart.’

      ‘And the content of the letters?’

      ‘Vile words, threats, profanities.’

      ‘But no clue as to the author?’

      She shook her head. They walked on in silence for a few minutes, Harry trying to take in everything he’d just been told.

      ‘Have you told anyone?’

      She turned to him, her large grey eyes wide, and shook her head. ‘Only you.’

      Harry felt his pulse quicken as she regarded him with an expression of reluctant hopefulness. Even though their acquaintance was only a brief one already he felt a desire building not to disappoint her. Swallowing, he realised his mouth was dry and his tongue felt heavy behind his lips. Lady Fortescue might not be an exotic beauty, but she possessed a quiet, mesmerising quality that made it difficult to walk away.

      ‘Lord Edgerton, what a delight,’ a middle-aged woman called from some distance away and Harry had to search his memory for her name and the circumstances of their acquaintance. ‘I’d heard rumours you and Lady Fortescue were engaged, and here you are walking out together. How lovely.’

      ‘Mrs Henderson,’ Harry said, taking the woman’s proffered hand. ‘It has been too long.’

      ‘You must tell me,’ Mrs Henderson said, flashing a smile at Lady Fortescue, ‘how you managed to catch such a fine man as Lord Edgerton. I have an unmarried daughter and the best offer we’ve had so far is from the local vicar.’

      From many women there would have been at least a hint of envy, but Mrs Henderson was a cheerful, unjudgemental soul who wouldn’t begrudge a young couple’s happiness.

      ‘I have to confess I have no idea how it happened,’ Lady Fortescue said softly.

      At least she wasn’t denying their engagement to anyone who would listen now. It would work out much better if they could pretend to be promised to one another for a month or two and then quietly break off the engagement. Harry was under no illusion that they would be able to avoid a scandal completely, but at least it would be at a moment of their own choosing.

      ‘I will leave you to continue your walk,’ Mrs Henderson said, ‘without the interruptions of a nosy old lady.’

      ‘It is always a pleasure, Mrs Henderson.’

      ‘The entirety of London society will know we have been out walking together by the end of the evening,’ Lady Fortescue said with a shake of her head, following Mrs Henderson’s departure with her solemn grey eyes. ‘I don’t understand why people are so interested in the lives of others.’

      ‘Boredom and human nature,’ Harry said with a shrug. Gently he guided Lady Fortescue over to a bench situated just in front of a small pond. ‘Let me help you.’

      ‘How? Why?’

      ‘You’re not very trusting.’ It was said in jest, but he felt his companion stiffen next to him. ‘Let me help you get to the bottom of who is sending you those packages, who is threatening you,’ he ploughed on quickly.

      ‘I’m sure you have much better things to be doing with your time.’

      ‘Give me six weeks. If I haven’t found out who is behind the threats by then, I will admit defeat.’

      Six weeks should be plenty of time to find the culprit. Harry had spent five years in the army and, although he had fought in his share of skirmishes, most of the time he had been deployed to gather information, to blend in with the locals and uncover any plots and plans. Those were skills you never lost once acquired and it had been a while since Harry had been given a challenge like this.

      ‘Why would you?’ Lady Fortescue asked, turning those searching grey eyes on Harry and making him feel as though she were staring past his face and into his mind.

      ‘No one should have to live in fear. No one should have to endure what you are enduring every single day.’

      There was more to it than that, but Harry couldn’t tell Lady Fortescue he’d seen the same desperate expression she’d had on her face when the package had arrived before. That in the weeks after his sister had been humiliated and shamed he’d seen that emptiness, that desperation. He had failed Lydia in her time of need and the results had been almost fatal—he would not let another woman suffer alone.

      ‘Let me consider the idea,’ she said.

      ‘Shall I call on you tomorrow?’

      ‘I have some business to conduct in the morning, but perhaps you would care to dine with us at lunchtime.’

      ‘Perfect. I will look forward to it.’

      Instinctively he raised her hand to his lips, brushing a kiss over the knuckles. Although she concealed it well, Harry sensed her discomfort at even this most innocent of contact. Moving away, he wondered just what had happened to Lady Fortescue to make her so averse to human touch.

       Chapter Four

      ‘There’s been a problem, ma’am,’ Billy Godden said as he rapped on the door and strode into the office, his face grim.

      ‘Tell me, Billy.’

      ‘Reports of a storm off the coast of Portugal. The Tildenhall Shipping Company have lost three ships, the London Shipping Company two and there are rumours many more have gone down.’

      Anna closed her eyes for a few seconds, trying to digest this newest disaster that had befallen the company since she had taken over managing it.

      ‘Both the Lady Magdalene and the Norfolk were scheduled to be sailing along the coast of Portugal.’ Anna stood and crossed to the shelving unit on the opposite wall, running her fingers along the handwritten labels until she came to the correct one. Quickly she pulled out a large map, unrolled it and laid it on her desk. ‘Where did the storm hit?’

      Billy took his time, consulting a small notebook and tracing his fingers over the map before pointing out an area just to the south of the city of Porto.

      Trying to keep calm, Anna opened the ledgers that contained the details of the routes and cargos of the two ships.

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