A Proposition For The Comte. Sophia James

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      ‘Celeste insisted I come up to see you, Lian. She felt there was something wrong.’

      ‘Has your wife become a clairvoyant now? A woman who might see through space and time?’

      ‘More like a pregnant and anxious worrier. She has constant inklings of imminent danger about those who are close to her and sends me to check.’

      Aurelian smiled. Shay’s wife might have been the reason for the scar on his chin and the missing half-finger but there was a lot of respect between them now. He liked Celeste Shayborne, loved her even, if he were to be honest, like a favoured sister or cousin.

      ‘I am fine.’

      He suddenly remembered uttering those very words when first Violet Addington had leaned over him on the street, the clouds above her filled with snow. A new memory, that. He filed it away to think about later.

      ‘Hawkins said that you were lucky to escape with your life. Your valet said a bullet that went through your arm and side festered and it was only the ministrations and expertise of your old aunt’s physician that stood between you and death.’

      ‘Hawkins talks too much.’

      ‘Your valet is the cousin of mine. He feels he is family and kin looks after its own.’

      Family. Shay had always been like that to him, the brother he’d never had and a friend who through thick and thin had stuck beside him.

      ‘Someone is trying to kill me, Shay.’

      ‘Hell.’

      ‘Someone sent a note to meet at the boarding house at Brompton Place. My assailant shot me the moment I arrived, missing anything important inside by a hair’s breadth.’

      ‘Had you seen him before?’

      ‘No, but he was well dressed and had a heavy purse in his jacket pocket.’

      ‘When you first arrived in England two weeks ago, you said that you were here to recover some lost gold. Someone might be more than interested in stopping you from doing that.’

      Lian crossed the room and found two glasses and his best bottle of brandy. Proceeding to pour out generous drinks, he motioned Shay to take a seat in a chair by the fire and, when he did so, took the opposite one himself.

      ‘Interested because ill-gotten gains can make men do a lot of things that they might not otherwise countenance?’

      ‘Like shoot a man in cold blood?’

      He smiled. ‘That, too. Those in Paris who sent the gold to England in the first place now want it back, for it seems that their plans of a rebellion against the English way of life has come to nothing.’

      ‘That’s what this is about? Napoleon languishes at Elba. They can’t possibly think to keep his hopes of conquering Europe again alive.’

      ‘There were six substantial shipments of gold sent in the hopes of inciting insurgence. They stopped fourteen months ago.’

      ‘Shipments to whom?’

      ‘That’s the problem. Whoever received the gold was careful to hide their identity, but a small statue was sent anonymously to Paris warning against dispatching more. The gold marks on the piece had been tampered with and the bust consisted mostly of silver and lead.’

      ‘A way to hide the missing gold should anyone ask after it?’

      ‘Precisely. The jeweller who I am led to believe fashioned the piece is away from London until the week after next and has left no mention of his travel intentions. When I see him perhaps then there will be some answers.’

      ‘Leaving you as the one visible person trying to shed light on a world of greed?’

      This time Lian laughed. ‘Everyone is expendable. You of all people would know that, Shay.’

      ‘Then get out. Come south to Sussex and stop. Settle down at Compton Park and become another man, a happier one, just as I have. Leave the gold alone and allow others to die for its recovery.’

      Shay’s advice was so like the hope he had just been ruminating on that Lian felt the rip of it in his heart. ‘My father is still in Paris.’

      ‘So if you were to defect now he would be at risk?’

      ‘Precisely.’

      He liked talking with Shay. He liked his honest astuteness. He liked that the shadows others never saw were so much part of what they both knew. It made the truth easy.

      He could see the thoughts racing in his friend’s eyes and knew the moment when the tumblers clicked into place.

      ‘You’ve been made the damn bait for all of this?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘And you think you can win against everyone in a city that you no longer know well?’

      ‘It’s still possible. These people are sometimes like amateurs who are easy to gain the measure of.’

      ‘The other night did not sound so easy. Who the hell was it that rescued you, then?’

      Lian gritted his teeth together and shook his head. He should have known that this would be the next question.

      ‘Lady Addington, a widow from Chelsea, brought me back to her home. I have found out since that she was married to Viscount Addington, a minor aristocrat from the north. She came down here to London after the death of her husband.’

      ‘Addington? The name is familiar although I cannot quite place it.’

      ‘A statue identical to the one that turned up in Paris sat on the mantel of her downstairs salon.’

      The shock of that statement settled for a moment into the silence, vibrating into question.

      ‘So Violet Addington knew you would be there? On that particular street after midnight? She is involved?’

      ‘I hope not.’

      ‘Why?’

      ‘I’d be long dead if she had not picked me up out of the gutter. I think I owe her something for it.’

      Shay started to laugh. ‘There’s more, by God, for you don’t even sound like yourself. Work was always strictly professional for you and damned be anyone who got in the way.’

      ‘That was when I believed in Napoleon’s ability to make France a better place. Then I didn’t and your own wife was a part of that. When she exposed me in Paris I understood that there was no true loyalty left and the idea of spilling one’s blood for nothing was less appealing.’

      ‘I still have contacts, Lian. Good ones, too. Perhaps...’

      ‘No. Your loyalties now lie with your family, with Celeste and Loring and the new СКАЧАТЬ