Midnight Scandals (28 page)

John’s heart began to pound. They’d told him the account had eight hundred pounds in it—eight
hundred,
not almost six thousand.

Lawson, who hadn’t seated himself, snorted dismissively. “Surely you aren’t trusting to the accounting of a thief—and a document held by a liar.”

“No,” Mary said calmly. “He doesn’t need to trust me.” She passed over another sheet of paper. “This is a copy of the account balances and withdrawals, certified by Mr. Waring, the bank director. According to this, the balance—which precisely matches my father’s figures, once one accounts for the interest that was paid in—was withdrawn two weeks after my father’s death, by Mr. Frost on behalf of the partnership.”

Silence. She was beautiful in her triumph, so beautiful. John held his breath, waiting to see what Frost would say to that accusation.

“Lies,” Frost breathed.

Lawson didn’t move.

“And this,” Mary continued, “is an accounting of what was done with those funds. They were rolled over into a new account on behalf of the partnership again. Don’t you find it odd, Mr. Mason, that the partnership has had an entire new account, and that neither you nor your sister were told about it? It’s nice to know that the partnership has finally begun to prosper. Over the last year, they’ve managed a thirty-five percent profit. Extremely handsome.”

John took the pages and ruffled through them. “Thirty-five percent profit, it seems,
after
the distributions made to Frost and Lawson. More than that before.” The silence stretched.

“How did you get this?” Lawson’s voice was hoarse.

Now, John supposed, was the time for him to start being—how had his sister put it?—a hulking male. He leaned over the table and fixed the men with a glare. “Did you think you would get away with this forever?”

“An oversight,” Frost said, coughing into his fist. “Purely an oversight, I assure you—the paperwork must have been, ah…misplaced. There will be no more mishaps like this, now that you’ve brought the matter to our attention.”

“No,” John said. “There won’t.”

Eliza hadn’t spoken the entire time. But she raised her chin now and glared at the gentlemen. “You lot should be convicted and beaten about the square,” she said passionately. “I can only think about how I’ve worried this last year. An
oversight
. It was nothing of the kind. You saw your chance to make a profit after a sad bit of business, and you took it. At my son’s expense. I will see you publicly brought down.”

“Now, now, Mrs. Tallant.”

John could have told the man that condescending conciliation would only make matters worse.

Eliza stood, slapping her gloves against the table. “Don’t you take that tone with me, sir. You stole from a widow and a seven-year-old child. You ought to be ashamed of yourselves.”

“No need to make a fuss,” Frost said. “It’s been a dreadful ordeal. I think this all demonstrates that it’s more than past time to liquidate the partnership and divide the proceeds—taking into account, of course, the amounts that we have already—I mean, that have already been paid to some parties. To the third owed to you, Mrs. Tallant, I should like to put in an additional five hundred pounds—for your trouble.”

“And from mine,” Lawson added hastily.

“You think you can buy me off with mere money, when I’ve scarcely been able to concentrate? When I couldn’t even eat, for wondering what would become of my son?”

Now John knew that Elizabeth was acting. The day his sister stopped eating would be an alarming day indeed.

“Seven hundred pounds,” Frost said uneasily, glancing at his partner, who nodded.

“I won’t have my father’s—my husband’s—memory so despoiled,” she said. “Their spirits cry out for
vengeance,
not compensation!”

“A thousand pounds from each of us,” Lawson said, looking green. “And that little strip of land near your husband’s house—the one he always wanted to buy? I’ll give you that, too.” He licked his lips. “And that will leave Frost and I far the worse off.”

“Come now,” John said to Elizabeth, “don’t you think a thousand pounds each is enough to pay for their sins? After all, it was only a little embezzlement.”

“My nerves,” Elizabeth moaned, which nearly set him off laughing. His sister had nerves of steel. “I can’t be sure. What…oh, John, what do you think that this means? I don’t think I can sort it out myself. Perhaps we ought to call the constable, and have him figure out the best way to proceed.”

“Twelve hundred each,” Lawson said immediately, while Frost nodded vigorously beside him.

Eliza sniffed.

“We’re dreadfully sorry,” Frost put in. “More sorry than you can know.” He licked his lips, looking calculating rather than sorry. “And if you’re looking for revenge, do think about what this will mean to the both of us. After our deductions, we’ll take just two thousand pounds apiece—when we put in that much five years ago. We’ll barely be getting out with our capital intact.”

Mary stirred on the other side of the table. “Really, Frost. How do you figure that? As I do the math, the partnership owns seventy-five hundred in assets, and there have been three thousand, five hundred in unauthorized deductions.”

Mr. Frost was only just beginning to frown. But John already knew where Mary was headed.

“Plus the proceeds of last year’s sale,” John continued on. “Don’t forget those.”

“Divided four ways,” Mary said, “and you’ll be taking a lot less than two thousand pounds a piece.”

“Four ways!” Lawson said. “You can’t mean to suggest…”

“It is not a suggestion,” Mary said. “You’re forgetting—how did you put it? Yes. You’re forgetting about Chartley’s bitch of a daughter. You thought you’d be safe from accusations of theft if you lodged the account in the name of the partnership. How do you suppose I got the bank to provide me with such detailed information? My father was never removed as partner, and I inherited his share on his death. The bank gave my solicitor the accounting because I am legally part owner.” She set her hands flat on the table. “Legally speaking,” she said, “you stole from me, too.”

“Yes,” Mr. Lawson said, his voice beginning to shake. “Divided four ways. Of course. And you’ll accept, ah, an equal share.” He looked almost green.

Perhaps this was what the ladies had been waiting for—for these two criminals to offer them everything. They exchanged glances.

“Shall we accept?” Eliza said. “They certainly could not offer us any more.”

“That’s true,” Mary said. “And yet something in me revolts at the prospect. It doesn’t seem right, if we let them go and they then proceed to do some other unsuspecting folks out of their fair share by unscrupulous means.”

Mr. Lawson and Mr. Frost stood at once, looking about the room in terror.

Mary brushed off her hands. “After all, the court will divide the proceeds. I’m sure it will do a fair job of it—and I don’t ask for more than fairness.”

“John,” Eliza said, “do poke your head outside the door and see if the constables have arrived yet.”

John stood and opened the door. “Ah,” he said. “What a coincidence. Here they are.”

T
HE NEXT HALF-HOUR SEEMED
to pass in a whirl. John made angry, accusatory noises when the constables entered the room, and Lawson and Frost were brought in on charges of theft and fraud. Eliza watched them go with a nod of sharp self-satisfaction. When they’d been conveyed to prison for the evening, Eliza offered her arm to Mary.

John watched in horror. “Wait,” he said. “Where are you two going?”

Eliza turned and cast him a glance over her shoulder. “I’m taking her home with me,” she said, as if he should have guessed this. “If you should like to come to supper, you’re invited.”

“But—”

“Come, Mary,” Eliza said.

But Mary didn’t move. She was looking at him—simply looking, but her eyes glistened.

“You can’t go with him,” Eliza said, rolling her eyes. “Everyone will see you, and they will all talk. There will be enough talk to get over as it is.”

“Eliza,” John said, “that’s enough. I’ll take her to wherever it is that she’s staying.”

“With me.”

“Good. Then it’s scarcely a mile. We’ll walk. In public. Nothing untoward about that.”

“But—”

John folded his arms and looked at her. He simply looked—and she sighed, shaking her head, and stalked away.

That left the room at the public house empty except for the two of them. It was hardly private. They could hear the other guests in the main room, and the maids went past the door every few minutes. Still, for the moment, they were free from prying eyes. John walked up to Mary. He didn’t know what to say. She was here in Southampton…but then, she’d had business with Frost and Lawson. Perhaps she’d come only for that.

She was looking up at him, her eyes so clear and guileless that he didn’t know what to make of her.

And then, she stood on her tiptoes, set her hands on his shoulders, and kissed him so hard that he staggered back a pace and had to reach out a hand to steady himself against a wall. One breath to get his wits; the other to regain his balance, and a third to kiss her back as she deserved.

“Thank God,” he murmured against her lips. “I don’t know what I would have done without you. Promise you’ll let me make you into a respectable married lady.”

“No,” she said passionately, still kissing him. “Never.”

“Mary.” He pulled away from her, but she was smiling. She didn’t look as if she were refusing to marry him, and so he held out a hand to her.

She placed her fingers against his palm. “Not a lady,” she said. “A lady wouldn’t have gone to London and discovered the circumstances of the money. A lady doesn’t plot to help women get divorces. A lady doesn’t force her employer to pay wages by enlisting the help of a viscountess. I’ll never be a lady.” She smiled, and squeezed his hand. “I think…I rather think I’m something better.”

He pulled on her hand. “And the rest of it?”

“I’m afraid I won’t help you with the respectable part, either. There was my precipitate departure from town. With Frost and Lawson going to trial, the details of my father’s embezzlement will come to light. And if that isn’t bad enough, before you arrived, I inquired at the public assembly hall. They’ve officially asked me to play the pianoforte. And”—This last came out quite defiantly—“They’re going to pay me two guineas a month.”

“I see.” But he didn’t. He was even more puzzled.

“I’m officially going to be paid for my labor. And I don’t intend to limit myself to playing at assemblies. That’s just a start. Respectable married ladies do not do such things, and so I refuse to be a respectable married lady.”

She hadn’t let go of him.

“I see,” he said again, with perhaps a little more understanding this time. “But that leaves
married.
What of that?”

“I will never be just your wife.”

“Why would you, when you have so much more you could be?”

He’d wanted her the moment he saw her. But the way he felt now, he was beyond want. She wouldn’t just be a beautiful possession to trot out to prove his luck to other fellows. Mary was more than a pretty picture to hang upon the wall and gaze at lovingly.

She was going to do amazing things. And he was going to help her do them.

“There’s only one way to be respectable.” She leaned her head against him. “But there are so, so many ways to be married. I think we’ll find a thousand variations on a theme of marriage, John. All of them magnificent. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

He kissed her, long and slow. And because that wasn’t enough, he kissed her a second time, and a third, and more, until he lost count of all their kisses, until a maid came into the room to clear away the dishes and gasped out loud at the sight.

And just to be sure that they’d caused a scandal, he kissed her again.

Epilogue

Forty years later, on the road to Doyle’s Grange

T
HE
E
XMOOR HILLS SHIMMERED
on the horizon, indistinct in the morning haze.

It had not been so much of a struggle to climb the hill to Doyle’s Grange all those years ago. Now, Mary could feel the strain in her back, her hips. Nothing uncommon, just age taking its usual toll. But then, what age took, age returned. There was no need to hurry now. Doyle’s Grange wasn’t going anywhere, and they had all the time they wished to explore. She stopped at the rise just before the path dipped into the windbreak and turned to look around.