"I am very glad to hear that," Olympia said. "If we remove ourselves from Upper Tudway for a fortnight or so, perhaps Mrs. Pettigrew will calm down. I am also hopeful that Squire Pettigrew will not be overly enthusiastic about the notion of paying someone to take my nephews. He is rather careful with his money."
Jared contemplated the situation for a brief moment. "Miss Wingfield, your plan to take the boys and decamp to the seaside is not a bad one, but I believe it will be unnecessary."
Olympia's eyes widened in surprise. "Why is that?"
"I had intended to pay a call on Pettigrew in the near future. Now that Mrs. Pettigrew has begun making threats, I believe I shall not put the conversation off any longer. I shall call on him tomorrow."
Olympia eyed him with a quizzical gaze. "I do not understand, Mr. Chillhurst. Why do you wish to speak with Squire Pettigrew? What will you say to him?"
"I shall endeavor to explain to him that neither he nor his wife will be allowed to make any more threats or to overset you in any way. In short, I shall tell him to stay out of your affairs."
"Jared. I mean, Mr. Chillhurst, you must not do anything that will cause yourself more trouble." Olympia hurried across the room and put her hand on Jared's arm. "You must consider your own reputation."
Jared smiled briefly. "My reputation?"
"But of course. A tutor must be extremely careful. I shall be most happy to give you an excellent reference when you leave us, of course, but if Squire Pettigrew puts it about that you are a wicked influence on youth, well, there is no telling how difficult it might be for you to obtain another position."
Jared covered her hand with one of his own. "You need not concern yourself with my reputation, Miss Wingfield. I assure you, I will never have any trouble obtaining a living."
She searched his face with troubled eyes. "You're quite certain of that?"
"Absolutely positive, Miss Wingfield."
"Nevertheless, I still think it would be best if we left Upper Tudway for a while."
"As you wish, Miss Wingfield." Jared hesitated. "I assume I shall be going with you?"
Olympia gazed at him in surprise. "Of course. You're part of my household staff. I do not know what I would do without you."
"Thank you, Miss Wingfield." Jared inclined his head in a small bow. "I make every effort to give satisfaction."
"Rest assured that you do, Mr. Chillhurst."
The message from Felix arrived in the morning post. Mrs. Bird brought it to the breakfast table and handed it to Jared.
"Thank you," Jared said.
"Don't get much mail here at Meadow Stream Cottage," Mrs. Bird informed him. She stood waiting, coffeepot in hand.
Jared realized that she was hoping to hear the contents of the letter. He glanced down the table at the row of other eager faces. Olympia and her nephews were watching him expectantly. Even Minotaur appeared interested. Communications from the world beyond the vicinity of Upper Tudway were clearly something of a treat.
"Is the letter from your friend in London?" Olympia asked.
"Yes it is, as a matter of fact." Jared broke the seal and opened the single sheet of foolscap.
"Did Mr. Hartwell sell everything for us, Mr. Chillhurst?" Ethan asked.
"I'll wager your friend got every bit as much as Squire Pettigrew did on the last shipment," Robert said.
"I'll wager he got even more," Hugh declared.
Jared looked up briefly. "You are correct, Hugh."
"Really?" Olympia glowed with anticipation. "Enough to enable us to go to the seaside for a fortnight?"
"More than enough." Jared glanced down at the note and read it aloud.
Chillhurst:
I have followed your instructions and sold the contents of the rather mixed assortment of goods you had conveyed to me. Not quite your usual style of business, if I may say so. Nevertheless, the deed is done. I have deposited a draft in the sum of three thousand pounds to the account of Miss Olympia Wingfield. Please let me know if I can be of further assistance…
Robert nearly exploded out of his chair. "Three thousand pounds."
"Three thousand pounds," Hugh echoed in awe.
Olympia just stared in open-mouthed amazement.
Jared gave up trying to read the letter aloud as chaos broke out in the breakfast room. He quickly scanned the rest of the letter in silence as everyone exclaimed in excitement.
As to the other matter you have instructed me to look into, I regret to say that I have made very little progress. I believe the embezzled monies were pocketed by one of your ship's captains but we shall never be able to prove it. My advice would be to dismiss the captain in question. Let me know your wishes in the matter and I shall act accordingly.
Yrs,
Felix
Jared frowned thoughtfully as he refolded the letter. He made a mental note to tell Felix to take no action against the captain yet.
He placed the letter beside his plate and glanced up to see that everyone at the table was still in shock from the news of the profit that had been realized on the shipment of goods.
Hugh and Ethan were bouncing up and down in their seats. Robert was giving Olympia a string of suggestions about what could be done with the money. Minotaur had somehow gotten hold of a sausage.
"A bloody fortune, it is," Mrs. Bird said in a dazed fashion. She repeated the phrase over and over again. "A bloody fortune, it is."
Olympia looked torn between delight and dread. "Mr. Chillhurst, are you quite certain there has been no mistake?"
"There is no mistake." Jared picked up his fork and began to eat his eggs. "I assure you, Hartwell does not make mistakes when it comes to money." Which meant that Felix was no doubt correct in his conclusion that one of the Flamecrest captains was responsible for the large sums of money that had disappeared during the past year. But Jared was not satisfied with that answer. He wanted more proof.
"But there must be a mistake," Olympia insisted. "Perhaps he meant three hundred pounds, although even that would be a great sum compared to what we got from the last lot of goods."
"Obviously the market for imported items has improved considerably in the past few months," Jared said dryly. "Now, if you will excuse me, I am going to delay the start of today's lessons for an hour or so."
"Why?" Hugh demanded. "We're supposed to study the properties of clouds and wind this morning."
"Yes," Ethan said quickly. "You said you would tell us how Captain Jack once managed to elude a Spanish vessel because he knew more about meteorology than the Spanish captain did."
"We will get to that eventually." Jared rose from the table and checked the time on his watch. "This other matter must be attended to first." He slipped the watch back into his pocket.
Olympia got up to follow him out into the hall. When they were beyond the hearing of the boys, she put an anxious hand on Jared's arm.
"Mr. Chillhurst, are you quite certain that you are not taking any undue risk by calling upon Squire Pettigrew?"
"Quite certain." Jared plucked his coat from a brass hook. He could feel the weight of the dagger lodged firmly in its hidden sheath. The blade settled comfortably against his ribs as he shrugged into the garment.
Olympia frowned. "Perhaps I should come with you."
"That will not be necessary." Jared was touched. It really was very odd and not at all unpleasant to have someone else take such a keen interest in his welfare. "I assure you I have been looking after myself for some time now."