Now, whether hed be able to repair the damage wrought by this botched affair was another question.
ChristRosalind took issue over something as simple as him sending over a doctor. He rather doubted shed be quick to forgive him after having been thrown in jail.
But do something he must, although hed not come up with any useful redress by the time he stepped from the train.
Hutchinson was waiting for him on the platform, the stationmaster in Aberdeen having telegraphed ahead with the dukes arrival time.
A major fuck-up it seems, Fitz murmured as Hutchinson quickly fell in line beside him. Is she out?
No, Im sorry to say, Your Grace. It was the most egregious error, and no one seems capable of setting it right.
Well take care of it now. Crisp authority in every syllable.
Hutchinson was feeling considerably less assured after having called in a great number of markers today to no avail. I feel I should warn you, Your Grace. The law courts can be extremely uncompromising when it comes to obscenity cases such as this. Ive talked to more than a dozen people today with little result.
Tell me whats transpired on our drive to the station, Fitz said, lengthening his stride.
Hutchinson started running.
Once they were in the carriage, the barrister explained as best he knew, all that had occurred. First, a clerks error had mistakenly sent the envelope with the arrest warrant from the judges chambers to the Bruton Street Station. Second, even though the envelope had been clearly marked
Private; Hold
, Captain Bagley had taken it upon himself to open the superintendents mail and then took it upon himself to save the world from what he had characterized as
foul smut and depravity
.
After failing to persuade Captain Bagley to release Mrs. St. Vincent, I attempted to find a judge who could free her from gaol. I spoke to several, Your Grace, but I was told by each that there are strict procedures that cant be altered. A hearing before the court is required.
Like hell, Fitz muttered. But thank you for trying, Hutchinson, he added, offering Hutchinson a kindly smile. Once we reach the station, Ill do the talking.
As you wish, Your Grace, but I must caution you about expecting too much. Ive been working on this all day with nothing to show for my efforts.
Fitz flashed his barrister a smile. Dont worry, Hutchinson. All will be well. And as he spoke, an idea leaped into his mind, without reason, quite illogical in fact, but the more he thought about it, he warmed to the notion, damned if he didnt.
Fitz chatted on the remainder of the drive to the police station, his cheerfulness and good humor causing Hutchinson a certain unease. Had the duke taken leave of his senses when faced with the chaos and confusion of the situation? Was he overcompensating somehow for his plans having gone awry? Or was he drunk and not showing it?
But on arriving at the station, Fitz gracefully leaped from the carriage without any sign of stumbling or awkwardness, and Hutchinson was forced to relinquish his drunkenness theory. He wasnt yet willing to discount the other impairments, however.
He was soon dissuaded of the dukes possible derangement, though, for the moment they stood before the superintendent in charge of the station on the day shift, the duke said crisply, Im Groveland. Ive come for my wife. I believe she was mistakenly arrested last night. If she is released immediately, I wont be inclined to sue.
Then the duke smiled, Hutchinson noted, with the most benign sweetness and added, I understand perfectly how mistakes can be made.
When the superintendent exhibited a modicum of suspicion and failed to move, Fitz said, Come, my good man. If you have a wife, surely you understand Lady Groveland must be fit to be tied by now. I shall be obliged to pay handsomely for this mistake, regardless of whose error it was. He smiled faintly. But the little ladies are worth all the trouble, are they not? Cant live without em, although, he said with a wink, Id trade the next few hours with you if you know what I mean.
Yes, sar, the wife does go on a tear at times, the superintendent cautiously replied, weighing the illustriousness of the man standing before him. There were nobles and there were nobles. The thing is, sar, the lady isnt Lady Groveland, but a Mrs. St. Vincent, he submitted. Said so right on the warrant it did.
Yes, I know. Fitz offered the superintendent a long-suffering sigh. Im afraid my wife has fallen under the spell of the suffrage movement and uses her maiden name at times. A most curious group of women if you ask methose suffragettesforever petitioning Parliament and chaining themselves to fences about town. But Lady Groveland wishes to play the role of a modern woman, so naturally, Im willing to indulge herto a point, he gruffly added. Ive financed a small bookstore for her so she may pretend to be a businesswoman. The store is Lady Grovelands version of Marie Antoinettes little hamletyou recall . . . where the queen played at being a milkmaid. A lift of his brows. It all comes down to the need for domestic tranquility, my good man. Im sure you have occasion to indulge your wifes whims as well. Not that the genders are born to agree, but there it is.
Mrs. Wilton has taken up tennis, sar, so I do know what you mean. Sweaty business, that. Although, theres another bit of business, sar. A right lot of bawdy books were found in the ladys bedroom.
Ah, yes . . . those are mine. Lady Groveland is quite innocent of such matters as naturally a woman should be. Fitz smiled. She prefers poetrysunny skies and flower-filled fields . . . that sort of thing. Like most women, I suppose.
The books are yours? Youd swear to that?
Indeed I would. Feel free to fine me for the infraction; most men indulge in an earthy story from time to time as you no doubt know. Although, I understand that your subordinate took it upon himself to open an envelope marked
Private
. Perhaps it would be best not to have that brought up in court.
Superintendent Wilton flushed, then frowned. Unfortunately, Captain Bagleys a lay preacher in a fire-and-brimstone street church. He sees sin around every corner. Personally, Im Church of Englanda sensible church that. In charge of the religious holidays and pomp-and-circumstance occasions, otherwise it stays out of your life. And rightly so.
I couldnt agree more. As a duke, naturally, I have responsibilities in the various parishes on my estates, but my clerics have instructions not to interfere in my villagers lives.
The superintendents eyes widened. If this man was a duke, the lady in his jail was a duchess and all hell would break loose if word got out that hed arrested a duchess. He couldnt afford to be sacked. Bagley was out of line, Your Grace, no doubt about it. Ill see that Lady Groveland is released immediately. Before word of her arrest leaked out.
Excellent, thank you. Why dont you get Mrs. Wilton some little trifle, Fitz murmured, pulling a bill from his pocket and placing it on the superintendents desk. Purely a charitable contribution, he added with a smile.
The constables eyes popped on seeing the thousand-pound banknote.
The money, together with the fact that a duke was in fact, if not theory, above the law, and that the woman in jail was Lady Groveland, was more than any underpaid government employee could overlook with impunity. Ill have Lady Groveland fetched right quick, Your Grace. And may I offer my apologies for the misunderstanding.
Ill come with you, Fitz said, wanting to personally apprise Rosalind of her new status. He wasnt altogether certain she would agree with his story unless he was there to prompt her.
Chapter 28
TH E CELL DOOR opened, and Rosalind turned around to find a uniformed policeman with Fitz standing behind him, a finger to his lips.
Her first impulse was to fly at him screaming in rage.
Her second more practical reaction was to quietly wait for events to unfold. Time enough for vengeance. Although Fitzs appearance probably meant that hiring a barrister wouldnt be requiredwhich also meant she could keep her store.
That
in itself qualified as revenge.
Fitz took note of her smug smile and inwardly winced.
Not that he didnt deserve her displeasure, but he wasnt looking forward to the coming row. He had no experience with truckling.
Lady Groveland, allow me to apologize for the shocking miscarriage of justice, the superintendent said with a stiff bow and a nervous smile. You have been most grossly served by Captain Bagley. I assure you he will be severely punished for his conduct. Red faced, the superintendent swallowed hard and putting a finger to the brim of his hat, bobbed another awkward bow. My apologies again, my lady. Youre quite free to go.
Rosalind dipped her head with ducal grace. Your apologies are accepted, sir. She smiled. It was rather an adventure. And Im quite unscathed. Hello, my dear, she said, turning a bland gaze on Fitz. Thank you for arriving so swiftly.
I would have come sooner had I not been in Scotland shooting. Naturally, I apologize for my tardiness.
No need. I was indisposed for a very short time.
The superintendent stepped aside so Rosalind could exit the cell, his concern only that the duke and duchess be gone from his station as quickly as possible and more important, that no scandal accrue to him.
Fitz held out his arm as Rosalind entered the corridor.
She looked up and held his gaze for a potent moment before placing her fingers on his forearm. How was the shooting?
It could have been better, he said, moving down the hallway.
Im sorry to hear it.
Not as sorry as I was to hear of your difficulties.
Pshaw, it was nothing. Dont give it another thought.
Her fingers were digging into his arm, and if looks could kill, he would have been dead. But she carried off her role with aplomb, even while they were in the carriage with Hutchinson. It was only when they deposited the barrister at his home that she turned on Fitz, her eyes flashing with anger.
Arent you going to say it wasnt you? she demanded acidly.
Would it do any good?
Not in the least. Quickly rising, she shifted to the opposite seat where Hutchinson had been sitting and coldly said, Take me home.
Just for the record I didnt order the arrest. It was a mistake. He knew better than to offer the most bland demur. He had no real defense in any event.
But a mistake you had a hand in, she snapped. You were the one who told them where to find the manuscripts, werent you?
No. A literal if not complete truth.
You bloody liar, she hissed. No one else has been in my bedroom.
This wasnt the time to take heart at such news, but nevertheless he did, pleased that he alone had breached the citadel. Equally pleased after his lamentable time in Scotland that she was within reach, regardless her temper. Id like to make amends if youd let me, he quietly said. You need but tell me what to do.
She stared at him. Youre unbelievable! You think this some mild outrage that can be smoothed over with a bloody apology? You think my arrest is some mere bagatelle that wont cause a ripple in my life, that I can put this humiliation behind me with ease! Her voice had risen, a flush colored her cheeks. How
dare
you make light of this!
Im not, he muttered, willing to play the penitent for the wrong done Rosalind. I understand the delicacy of the situation.
Delicacy!
Were not talking about some social gaffe! My door broken down and police swarming into my store is not a
delicate situation
!
I understand, he said, submitting with grace. Ill make it up to you. Tell me what you want.
She glared at him. How typical. Everyones for sale, arent they, you bastard? Maybe in your world they are, but not in mine. Do me a favor, she spat out. From now on stay away from me and my store.
What if I dont? Are you going to call the police? He was struggling to control his temper. Groveling wasnt his strong suit. Nor did women ordinarily scream at him.
Good Lord, Groveland, Rosalind waspishly said, surely you have any number of other ladies you can harass. Kindly acquit me of your attentions.
I dont recall you being particularly discontent with my attentions in the past, he drawled. Scotland had been disagreeable and unsatisfactory from every angle. He hadnt slept much in over a week. And Rosalinds damned arrest hadnt been his fault exclusively or at all, he churlishly decided, since hed never actually given the order to proceed.
Youd be surprised what an arrest and a night in a foul jail can do to a sexual relationship, she derisively noted. You might want to think about excising that little subtlety from your future seductions.
Bitch
, he thought, although he couldnt fault her logic. Look, he softly said, making a conscious effort to reduce the heated rhetoric, none of this should have happened. Im sorry it did. And I understand youre angryhe paused at her indignant snort, counted quickly to ten, then continued in a purposefully mild tonebut Im quite willing to do anything to atone for the wrong thats been done you. I wont press you anymore to sell your store. How would that be? It was a huge concession, a very expensive one.
Dont do me any bloody favors. For your information, I wouldnt sell to you if I was penniless and starving. Now, Im done talking, she tartly added. Take me home.
And if I dont? Equally frustrated, unequipped as well to deal with resistance when hed encountered little to none since assuming the title at seventeen, he reverted to type. What are you going to do about it?
Ill jump from this carriage and walk home. Now give your driver directions or Ill jump.
Reaching out, he smoothly locked both doors, then leaned back in his seat. Dont tell me what to do.
Her nostrils flared. This is exactly why we dont suit. I dont take orders either.
Sometimes you do.
She braced her hands on the seat and lifted her chin in defiance. I am vastly uninterested in sex with you, you ruthless bastard! If you dare touch me, Ill fight you to my last breath.
Astonished at the bitterness in her voice, he took pause. While hed never yet been unable to talk his way into a ladys good graces, hed never had a woman thrown in jail before. He had to admit, it was an extreme event; perhaps different skills were required. Relax, he calmly said. Im not looking for a fight.
Im relieved. Sarcasm dripped from every icy syllable.
Reaching up, he rapped on the carriage roof. Bruton Street Books, he called out.
The remainder of the journey passed in silence.
Seated in the corner, her scowling gaze focused on the scene outside, Rosalind stewed and silently condemned Fitz to the everlasting fires of hell.
Lounging in the opposite corner, Fitz closed his eyes and dozed off.
Damn him
, she fumed, even more furious on hearing his soft snores.
Isnt that just like the shameless, arrogant autocrat. Nothing fazes him because he is untouchable. The world bends to his will.
The world well might, but she never would.
Never, never, never
, she vowed.
As the carriage stopped at her bookstore, Fitz came awake and sliding upright, unlocked the door. If you need anything, please dont hesitate to call, he offered, all well-mannered graceas if shed not spent the previous night in a filthy jail cell because of him, as if they hadnt just quarreled, as if shed not coldly repudiated his attempts to apologize.
Dont hold your breath, she snapped.
As you wish, he murmured, not saying more since the driver had jumped down, opened the door, lowered the step, and was waiting to help her alight.
Rosalind shot him a last irate look, stepped from the carriage, and was immediately overcome by a fresh wave of rage. Her shattered front door had been replaced, the new door the very image of the former, down to the yellow paint and brass hinges. Damn Fitz and his money and minions who jumped to do his bidding. Had the man ever
once
been gainsaid in his entire life?
Apparently notat least to this point, she huffily reflected, entering her store to find an unknown man behind the counter and the shop bustling with customers.
Good afternoon, Mrs. St. Vincent, Stanley courteously said in greeting. Did you enjoy your holiday in the country?
Biting down her anger, she answered with equal politesse. Indeed I did. Thank you for taking over in my absence.
My pleasure, Mrs. St. Vincent. Miss Eastleigh is upstairs waiting for you.
Did nothing fall outside Grovelands purview, she indignantly brooded as she walked through the store. Next thing she knew, her parents would be coming to visit. Or some long lost childhood friend. Damn his interference!
As she walked into her parlor a few moments later, Sofia jumped to her feet. Thank God youre back. Was it gruesome?
Yes, it was. Whos that man downstairs?
Grovelands secretary. Therere other servants in the back of the store.
Who summoned you?
I didnt ask his name. A solicitor Id guess from his appearance and manner. Come sit down. You must be exhausted. He said youd been arrested.
Im fine now, Rosalind said, dropping into a chair, profoundly grateful to be home. Have you been here long?
Since morning.
Rosalind held Sofias gaze. Who else knows?
No one. Workmen were repairing the door when I arrived at seven, the shop was filled with Grovelands flunkeys, and the solicitor who brought me here in his carriage explained I alone had been summoned since we were close friends.
Christ. Is there anything they dont know?
It doesnt seem so. A chef and his helpers brought over food and wine and stocked your larder; some maidservants straightened up the apartment, changed the linens, and took the soiled things away.
Damn him, Rosalind muttered.
For what precisely if you dont mind my asking?
I was arrested because of him. Because of my store, I suspect, although we werent precisely on good enough speaking terms for me to ask for details. The police took all Edwards manuscripts from the armoire as well as mine from my desk drawer and no one knew of their location.
Except Groveland.
Yes, except him.
Because he snooped in your bedroom.
Rosalind scowled. Hes utterly ruthless when he wants something.
Now what?
Her expression lightened. Now I keep my store for certain. He wont dare press me after what he did to me.
How do you know youre safe if hes as ruthless as you say?
He tried to apologizeat least at first, Rosalind explained.
He did? Hardly his style. Sofia had been in company with Groveland at enough art events to be aware of his patrician air of command. Not that he was arrogant; rather, he was unaware of dissent since his wishes were largely unchallenged. Or perhaps always unchallenged.
I wouldnt know, Rosalind said with a shrug. Maybe hell change his mind. Not that I care a whit. I had no intention of selling before, and after my recent experience in jail, I certainly wont now. She pushed herself out of the comfortable chair, suddenly feeling weary to the bone. I need a bath and some sleep. I didnt dare sit down all night. The place was squalid.
Ill make you tea and a plate of some of Grovelands chefs delicacies.
If I wasnt so hungry, Id spurn his food, but I havent eaten for a very long time.
Go, take your bath. Ill stay with you tonight.
Thank you. Rosalind offered her friend a grateful smile. Im exhausted.
After Rosalind bathed, Sofia served her dinner in bed and listened to her postmortem of the frightening events. Hes exactly what I thought he was from the first: a selfish, uncompromising tyrant who simply wants what he wants without regard for anyone else, she bitterly finished. I shouldnt have been foolish enough to have been taken in by his charm.
At the risk of resorting to a platitude, alls well that ends well. Youre free, you have your store, Sofia pointed out, not for the first time. In the interval before she fell into an exhausted sleep, Rosalind gave voice to the full tumult of her feelings, as if the horrific hours shed recently survived required exorcizing. And more than once, she raged at Fitz for his role in her vile confinement. Then, as if her psyche was completely without judgment, after she dozed off, she dreamt of him.
Resting in a chair by the bed, Sofia heard Rosalind murmur Fitzs name in her sleep, with fondness and yearning. Not that her wistful longings were likely to prosper, Sofia decided, knowing Grovelands reputation for serial dalliance. But at least there was a possibility that Rosalind would no longer have to defend her store from his covetous ambitions. With luck, Sofia reflected. She wasnt entirely sure Groveland would give up so easily.