The Captain's Mysterious Lady. Mary Nichols

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СКАЧАТЬ The mystery intrigued him, the more so because a lovely and seemingly innocent young lady was involved. But was she innocent? Was she perhaps an even better actress than her mother?

      He had been dealing with the criminal fraternity long enough to know you could not tell by appearances. Some seemingly innocent young ladies were bigger criminals than the men, deceiving, thieving, pretending to be the victims of the crime when they were the perpetrators. He had come across such women more than once and had hardened his heart to turn them in. But was Mrs Macdonald like that? Had she been fleeing from justice when he first met her? The more he thought about it, the more he realised he would not rest until he had the answers to all these questions.

      He arrived back at the inn to go over it with Sam, but his servant had no more idea than he had what had happened, and he was more wary. ‘Sir, ‘tis my belief you’re being conned by a pair of fetching blue eyes,’ he said.

      ‘Why do you say that? Our presence on that coach could not have been predicted, nor that I should visit Mr Fielding when I did.’

      ‘True,’ Sam admitted. ‘But you didn’t have to say you’d come here, did you?’

      ‘I was curious.’

      ‘Ah, now we have the truth of it. And I’ll wager my best wig you wouldn’t have been so eager if she had been an old witch with long talons and a pointed chin.’

      James laughed. ‘Witches fly about on broomsticks, they do not need coaches.’

      Sam appreciated the jest. ‘So, what are you going to do?’

      ‘I am going to have supper at Blackfen Manor. I suggest you get to know the locals. You never know what you may learn.’

      ‘You will need your best coat, then. ‘Tis as well I fetched everything out of your bag and hung it up in your room to let the creases drop out.’

      ‘Good man. I think I will sleep for an hour or so. I am wearied with travelling. You may rouse me at six o’clock with a dish of coffee and hot water to wash.’

      Promptly at seven, he was shown into the drawing room at Blackfen Manor where the three ladies waited for him. They had obviously taken trouble with their attire; Mrs Macdonald in particular looked very fetching in a gown whose colour exactly matched her eyes and, though wigless, her hair had been carefully curled and powdered. He executed a flourishing bow. ‘Ladies, your obedient.’

      They curtsied and Aunt Harriet bade him be seated, offering him a glass of homemade damson wine while they waited for supper to be served.

      ‘Are you comfortable at the inn, Captain?’ Amy asked. He had, she noted, taken trouble with his appearance. Gone was the man in the buff coat and plain shirt; here was a beau in a coat of fine burgundy wool, trimmed with silver braid down its front and on the flaps of the pockets. Rows of silver buttons marched in a double line from the neck to well below the waist, though none of them was fastened. His waistcoat was of cream silk, embroidered with both gold and silver thread, above which a frilled neckcloth cascaded. A silver pin nestled in its folds and a quizzing glass hung from a cord about his neck. He wore his own hair, arranged with side buckles and tied back with a black ribbon.

      ‘Yes, it suits me well enough, thank you.’

      ‘Where do you live? Ordinarily, I mean.’

      ‘When I was at sea, I had no permanent home, so my wife stayed with my parents at Colbridge House in London, but just before I left the service I bought a small country estate, near Newmarket, intending to settle down there. But it was not to be.’

      ‘May I ask why?’

      ‘My wife died.’ He spoke flatly.

      ‘Oh, I am so sorry, Captain,’ she said, noticing the shadow cross his face and the way his hand went up to finger the pin in his cravat. ‘I would not for the world have distressed you with my questions.’

      ‘Do not think of it, Mrs Macdonald. It happened while I was away at sea. I did not even see her before the funeral.’

      ‘That must have been doubly hard for you to accept.’

      It surprised him that she used the word accept and had hit upon exactly how he had felt, still felt. ‘Yes, it was.’

      ‘That is all we can do, is it not?’ she said. ‘Accept God’s will, though we do not understand why it should be. I have to accept there is a divine purpose in my loss of memory, but for the moment it eludes me.’

      He was grateful for her insight and for the way she had changed the subject so adroitly, allowing him to become businesslike again. ‘I have no doubt your memory will return, perhaps suddenly, perhaps slowly, little by little.’

      She blushed suddenly remembering the only memory that had flitted into her mind earlier that day, that he had held her in his arms. When and why? And had she been content or outraged? She was glad when the butler came to announce that supper was on the table, and the Captain offered his arm to escort her into the dining room behind the aunts.

      It was a big oak-panelled room with heavy dark oak furniture that had probably been there since Elizabeth was on the throne. They took seats at one end of a long refectory table and were served with soup, followed by a remove of boiled carp, roast chicken, braised ham, peas, broccoli and salad, together with several kinds of tartlets.

      ‘Do you know if those two criminals have been brought to book?’ Amy asked, after they had all helped themselves from the dishes, and was surprised when he appeared startled.

      ‘Two criminals?’ he repeated to give himself time to digest what she had said. Surely she knew nothing of Randle and Smith? It was not that he wanted to keep his quest for them a secret, but simply that if she had known of them, it would give the lie to her loss of memory and set her firmly among the ne’er-do-wells.

      ‘Yes, those two who held up the coach. My aunts are sure they stole my baggage, for I had none when I arrived.’

      He breathed again. ‘Oh, those two,’ he said. ‘No doubt they followed us and looted the coach after we left it. It was in a sorry state and everything scattered. Unfortunately we were not able to gather anything up.’

      ‘There, I was sure that was what had happened,’ Harriet put in, busy cutting up the chicken, ready to be offered round. ‘You would never have set off without a change of clothes.’

      ‘It is strange that so momentous an adventure can have slipped my mind,’ Amy said. ‘You would think it of sufficient import to be unforgettable, would you not? Were they masked? How did they speak? Did they injure anyone? Were they gentlemanly?’

      ‘Certainly not gentlemen,’ he said. ‘Rough spoken and in black cloaks and masks, impossible to identify. They were armed and each fired once, but hit no one. I think they took pity on you, for after they had robbed me, they let us go.’ He was, he realised, being sparing of the truth. He did not want to give her nightmares.

      ‘Did you lose much?’ she asked.

      ‘A few guineas that were in my purse. The rest of my money and valuables I had concealed about my person.’

      ‘How clever of you!’ she exclaimed.

      ‘I do a great deal of travelling, Mrs Macdonald, and have learned СКАЧАТЬ