Duncan Sisters Trilogy - The Bride Hunt Part 24

want to be known. Supposing he has evidence of Barclay's fraud, maybe he was a victim, like Father.

Can we afford to discount it?" Prudence tore off the piece of nail she had loosened with her teeth and threw into the fire. "I don't know, Chas."

"You could show it to Gideon."

Prudence nodded. "I'm seeing him this evening. I'll show it to him then." She folded the letter and

slipped it back into its envelope.

"Oh, there's Con," Chast.i.ty said at the sound of their sister's unmistakable footstep on the stairs.

Constanceentered the parlor, took one look at her sisters, and said, "We need to go out for luncheon."

"That's the best idea I've heard all day," Prudence said. "But read these first. I have to change my

shoes, they're soaked." She gestured to the doc.u.ments on the secretaire. "Oh, and the letter. Give it to her, Chas."

Chast.i.ty handed it over. "Where are we going for luncheon?"

"Swan and Edgar's?" Constance suggested, her eye already scanning the papers in her hands.

"Perfect," Prudence approved on her way to the door. "They do a nice luncheon and I want to buy a paisley scarf to go with my sage evening dress."

Constance looked up for an instant. "Are you seeing the barrister tonight, then?"

"As it happens. But if you finish reading you'll see that a business meeting is somewhat urgent," her sister declared. "I'll tell Jenkins we won't be in for luncheon."

"Business?" Constance murmured with a raised eyebrow as the door closed behind Prudence.

"I doubt Prue has either the time for or the interest in anything else right now," Chast.i.ty declared with unusual acerbity. "If you'd read what's in your hand, you'd realize that."

Constance's eyebrows reached her scalp but she said nothing. Her baby sister would have a reason for snapping. When she'd finished reading she understood.

"Barclay has a lien," she said in an incredulous whisper.

Chast.i.ty nodded.

Chapter 16.

Prudence stepped into the motor when it arrived punctually at six o'clock that evening and gratefully accepted the mackintosh lap rug that the chauffeur provided. She was just as grateful for the leather curtains that he had rolled down over the open sides. When they reached the house onPall Mall Place, the front door opened the minute they attained the top step, under the shelter of the chauffeur's umbrella.

"Oh, you were exactly right about the time,Milton," a childish treble declared. "You've been gone exactly three quarters of an hour."

"Unless there are unexpected delays, I am in general correct about such things, Miss Sarah," the driver said with an indulgent smile.

"Good evening, Miss Duncan," Sarah Malvern said.

Prudence smiled down at the rather untidy schoolgirl and took the small hand extended in greeting. "Good evening, Sarah." She had time for a closer examination of the girl than had been afforded by their previous unexpected meeting. Sarah's countenance was more freckled than Prudence had noticed, and she was rather skinny, dressed this evening in a conventional school tunic of blue serge with a white blouse, somewhat ink-stained on the sleeves. Two thick ropes of fair hair hung down her back, a straight fringe brus.h.i.+ng her forehead.

"Won't you come in?" Sarah said, pulling the door wide. "I'm to entertain you while Daddy's finis.h.i.+ng the truffled eggs. If you'd like to come in here, you could take off your coat and scarf." She led and Prudence followed into a small bedchamber leading off the hall. A dresser, a mirror, a jug and ewer of hot water, a towel, brush, and comb all lay ready for any guest in need.

"There's a water closet through that door," the girl said matter-of-factly, gesturing to a door at the rear of the room. "I found some camellias in the garden." She perched on the end of the single bed. "I thought you might like them."

Prudence noted the little vase of heavy-headed red camellias still speckled with raindrops. "They're very pretty," she said. "Thank you," she added, taking off her coat.

"Oh, it was no trouble," the child said with a sunny smile. "And I put out hot water in case you were dusty. What an elegant dress."

Prudence didn't need to look in the mirror to know that this was true. It was one of the Parisian creations thatConstancehad brought back from her honeymoon for her sisters, and it perfectly suited her coloring and her figure, making the most of her less-than-imposing bosom. She had decided on this occasion to dress as if she'd received an invitation for dinner, since-to put it euphemistically-experience had taught her that the barrister was sometimes a little forgetful about declaring his intentions.

Truffled eggs, though?

"It came fromParis," she said, and unpinned her scarf. She had chosen to wear her hair in a thick, braided chignon, tied with a velvet ribbon at her neck. It was a style that softened her rather angular features and made the most of the deep copper of her hair.

"If you're ready, we'll go into the drawing room," the girl said. "I'm glad you didn't get wet on the drive."

"Miltonwas very solicitous," Prudence said, following her diminutive hostess across the black-and-white marble-paved floor and into a long, narrow drawing room that stretched the length of the house. It was a pleasant room of soft shades of cream and gold, welcoming sofas, and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. Unlike the library, the only other room she had seen, it didn't strike her as having anything masculine about it at all. Did it date from Sarah's mother's day, a reflection of her taste? Or some other woman's? Had there been another woman in Gideon's life since his wife?

Prudence was realizing how little she still knew about this man who had become her lover. There was the little matter of his failed marriage, for instance. That was a history she needed eventually to unravel.

An open exercise book lay on a sofa table, with pen and inkwell beside it. "I have the most pesky algebra problem," Sarah Malvern declared. "Daddy said you might be able to help me with it."

Oh, did he, indeed? Prudence merely smiled. "I wonder what gave him that idea. Let me have a look."

The girl gave her the exercise book, then flitted across to a sideboard. "May I pour you a gla.s.s of sherry?"

"Yes, thank you." Prudence sat down on the sofa with the exercise book. It took her a few seconds to figure out the answer to the problem. She took the gla.s.s of sherry Sarah had carried carefully across the Aubusson carpet. "Do you want me to help you figure this out or just do it for you?"

"That would be cheating," Sarah said, taking the exercise book from her guest.

"Well, yes, I suppose it would." Prudence couldn't help smiling as she sipped her sherry. The girl was clearly struggling with her conscience. "But then again," she said, "if I showed you how to do it and you followed along, you would learn for the next time, so it would be a lesson rather than a cheat."

Sarah considered this, her head on one side, a frown on her freckled face, then she grinned. "I don't think even Daddy would argue with that. And he argues with most things. He says it's a good mental exercise."

"What's he doing with truffled eggs?" Prudence inquired casually as she took up the pen.

"Making them," Sarah replied matter-of-factly. "They're one of his specialities. You're having quails stuffed with grapes too. They're tricky to cook because they have so many bones and Daddy has to take them all out when the birds are raw. It always makes him swear." She glanced up at Prudence as she sat on the sofa beside her. There was a rather mischievous, if speculative, gleam in her gray eyes. "He doesn't cook them very often," she said. "Only for special occasions."

Prudence ignored the significant tone and the speculative gleam and took back the exercise book. She felt on much firmer ground with algebra. "All right, here is how we do this." She began to explain the solution to the problem, Sarah leaning close to her, listening intently.

"Now see if you can do it." Prudence handed her the pen at the end of her explanation.

"Oh, it's easy now," Sarah said confidently. "Two to the power of three . . ." She worked quickly and neatly, impressing Prudence considerably. It was a far from simple problem for one so young. But then, she was the daughter of Sir Gideon Malvern, the youngest-ever KC. And she attended North London Collegiate. Gideon had talked of a governess too. A Mary Winston. Why wasn't she present? Why wasn't she helping the child with her homework?

Schoolgirls didn't do their evening homework alone in a formal drawing room-or, not in Prudence's experience.

The house was almost unnaturally quiet and there didn't seem to be any evidence of servants, except the chauffeur. There'd been a housekeeper when she'd come before. This was a puzzle beyond Prudence's unraveling, and as her astonishment at this surreal situation faded, annoyance took its place. Gideon was doing his surprise trick again, designed as always to throw her off balance. She looked up at the sound of the door opening.

"Prudence, forgive me for not greeting you the minute you arrived," Gideon said, entering the drawing room. "There's a particular moment with the eggs when one can't lose concentration. I hope Sarah has been entertaining you."

He wore impeccable evening dress, except that around his waist was a large and none-too-clean ap.r.o.n. Prudence stared at it.

"You forgot to take off your ap.r.o.n, Daddy," Sarah informed him.

"Oh, how remiss. I forgot I was wearing it." He untied the ap.r.o.n and threw it over a brocade chair by the door. He regarded his guest with smiling appreciation that went a long way to dissipating her flash of annoyance.

"My compliments," he murmured. "That gown has the unmistakable mark ofParisupon it."

Prudence, at her sisters' insistence, was also wearing the three strings of matchless pearls wound around her neck. They had originally belonged to their great-grandmother and the sisters trotted them out on suitable occasions.Constancehad worn them for her wedding. Prudence had been a little reluctant to wear them this evening for what had, after all, been billed as a working occasion; but when she had seen how well they complemented the gown, she'd yielded without too much of an argument.

Prudence took off her gla.s.ses in the reflex that was always prompted by a moment of uncertainty. Sarah's presence seemed paradoxically to add to the intimacy of the moment while making it difficult to respond naturally.

Gideon smiled and resisted with difficulty the urge to lean over and kiss the tip of her nose. The soft glow of the gas lamps set deep fires ablaze in the copper ma.s.s on her nape and his fingers itched to loosen it. But his expression gave none of this away. He said calmly, in his low, pleasant voice, "I see Sarah gave you sherry." He went to the sideboard and poured himself a gla.s.s. "Did you manage the problem, Sarah?"

"Miss Duncan showed me how to do it, and then I did it myself," the child said with scrupulous honesty.

Gideon nodded. "May I see?" He took the exercise book and ran his eye over his daughter's work. "Nicely done," he commented, handing the book back to her. "Mary came in five minutes ago. She's waiting for you to join her for supper."

"Mary went to a suffragist meeting," Sarah said. "Do you believe in votes for women, Miss Duncan?"

"Most certainly I do," Prudence said.

"Do you belong to the Women's Social and Political Union? Mary does." Sarah's interest was clearly genuine.

"I don't, but my elder sister does. She often speaks at meetings."

Sarah's eyes widened. "Is her name Miss Duncan too? I wonder if Mary's ever heard her."

"My sister uses her married name now...Mrs. Ensor."

"Oh, I'll ask Mary if she knows her." Sarah stood up, clutching her exercise book. "I don't suppose you cooked extra quail for us, did you, Daddy?"

"No, I'm afraid not. Boning four quail is as many as I can tolerate," Gideon said. "But Mrs. Keith has roast pork and applesauce for you."

Sarah gave an exaggerated sigh. "Oh, well, I suppose that will have to do."

"The pork has crackling, I am reliably informed."

The girl's laugh was light and merry, and full of warmth. "We'll make do," she said. She gave Prudence her hand. "Good night, Miss Duncan. Thank you for helping me with the algebra."

"My pleasure, Sarah. Good night." Prudence sipped her sherry as Gideon kissed his daughter good night. Sarah responded to the kiss with a fierce hug. The bond between them was obviously so strong, so easy and affectionate it reminded Prudence of the bond she and her sisters had had with their mother. She watched the softness of Gideon's expression, the warm curve of his mouth. This was the side of the man that produced the laugh lines at the corners of his eyes, the easy way he had with endearments, the tenderness of the lover.

Sarah left with bouncing step and Prudence settled back against the corner of the sofa. "She's a delightful girl."

"Her proud papa certainly thinks so," Gideon said with a laugh, coming over with the sherry decanter. He leaned across her to refill her gla.s.s, and she inhaled the unmistakable, exotic, and earthy scent of truffles, mingled with a faint cologne that after a bare hesitation she decided was onion. Her host had been chopping raw onions.

"I seem to be getting the unmistakable impression that you cook," she declared.

"That would not be an inaccurate impression," he responded with a grin that was more than a little

complacent.

"Just another one of your surprises?" She sipped her sherry, watching him with raised eyebrows.

"It's a hobby, almost a pa.s.sion, really," he replied, sounding serious now. "I'm hoping you'll approve of

the results shortly."

"An unusual hobby," Prudence commented. She could think of nothing else to say.

"It frees my mind," he returned, still seriously. "A man needs a break from dusty law books."

"Yes," she agreed. "I suppose he does. But I thought we were going to work this evening...I have

something really exciting to show you." She reached for her handbag.

Gideon whipped the bag out from under her stretching hand. "Not now, Prudence. Later."

"It's evidence of Barclay's fraud," she declared.

"Good," he said, placing her bag out of reach on top of the mantel. "After dinner we will discuss it."

But Prudence was not to be put off. "We'll need to check into the records of a company calling itself