“A cup of tea before you leave?” Mrs. Rushton said quickly.
Anthony’s mouth opened. Emeline knew that he was about to refuse. She leaped to her feet, frantically trying to signal him with her eyes.
He hesitated, caught her silent message, and reluctantly subsided.
Emeline turned swiftly to Mrs. Rushton. “Madam, before we leave, would it be too much to ask if I might borrow your gardener for a quick tour of your gardens before we depart? I could not help but note that they are quite extensive. Gardening is a passion of mine.”
Mrs. Rushton hesitated.
“Mr. Sinclair could join you in a cup of tea while I examine your plants and herbs,” Emeline added smoothly.
Mrs. Rushton smiled. “Yes, of course. An excellent suggestion. Enjoy your little tour.”
“Thank you.” Emeline slipped her notebook and pencil into her reticule and jumped to her feet. “I won’t be long.”
Anthony gave her a hapless look as she sped out the door. She pretended not to notice.
Twenty minutes later they finally escaped from the gloomy mansion. Anthony wore a decidedly grim expression.
It was clear to Emeline that his bad temper was only partially connected to the failure of their inquiries.
“I trust you had a very sound reason for leaving me alone with that dreadful woman for such an extended period of time,” he growled.
“Dreadful? How can you say that? Mrs. Rushton was obviously charmed by you. She did not care a jot about me, mind you, but I believe she would like to write a sonnet or an ode to your obviously vigorous physique.”
“I am in no mood for your teasing.” He took her arm in an unexpectedly forceful manner and steered her toward the park.
It occurred to her that this was the first time she had ever seen Anthony in a temper. It was a new and intriguing side of him.
“Good heavens, sir,” she murmured, “you really are out of sorts, are you not?”
“What was that business of touring the gardens all about?” He opened the iron gate and hauled her into the small, overgrown park. “You know very well that we did not go to that house today so that you could view a bunch of plants and posies.”
“I know precisely why we went there.” He was marching her so quickly now that her bonnet had started to bob and wobble in a precarious manner. She reached up to steady it. “And we failed miserably.”
“Because of that dreadful woman.” Anthony chose a path that cut diagonally across the park. “None of the servants was willing to be forthcoming in front of her. They know very well that, with Banks on his deathbed, she is their real employer. She could let any one of them go without any notice or references.”
“Indeed.” She was obliged to skip a bit to keep up with him. “And that is why I took my little impromptu tour of the gardens with that poor, terrified gardener.”
Anthony spared her a brief, searching glance. She could tell that he was still fuming, but he also knew her well enough to be sure she had not acted entirely on whim.
“What did you and the poor, terrified gardener discuss?” he asked.
She smiled, more than a little pleased with herself. “We discussed finances.”
“Bloody hell.” But he slowed his pace a little at that news. “You offered him a bribe?”
“A fee,” she corrected. “I was inspired by my aunt. Apparently she and Mr. March consider information a commodity like any other, and therefore they are on occasion willing to pay for it.”
“True.” Anthony paused to open the gate on the far side of the garden. “Tobias grumbles about the practice, but there is no doubt that it is effective. Was the gardener receptive to your offer?”
“I don’t know.”
“You mean he didn’t tell you anything?” Anthony drew her through the opening and turned back to close the gate. “I hope you didn’t give him money for nothing.”
“He was obviously too nervous to speak with me in a direct fashion. He was well aware that Mrs. Rushton was not far away. But I sensed he knew more than he had told us and I assured him that the offer I had made would stand for a full twenty-four hours.”
“I see.” Anthony took her arm again. He said nothing until they turned down a narrow street on the far side of the square.
“Not a bad scheme,” he finally allowed grudgingly.
“Thank you. I thought it was rather clever myself.”
“But was it absolutely necessary to sacrifice me to Mrs. Rushton just so that you could offer a bribe to the gardener?”
“I told you, it was a fee, not a bribe. And as for sacrificing you, I’m afraid I had little choice. I would remind you that I was forced to act swiftly.”
“That strikes me as an excuse.”
“Come now,” she said. “Tea with Mrs. Rushton wasn’t that bad, was it?”
“The worst twenty minutes of my life, if you must know. The woman tried to persuade me to pay another call on her at a later time. Alone, mind you.” Anthony gave a visible shudder. “She suggested an evening visit.”
“It must have been a somewhat harrowing experience. I vow, I have never seen you quite so shaken, sir.”
“When I asked Tobias to take me on as his assistant, he neglected to mention that there were clients such as Mrs. Rushton.”
“You must admit, we have embarked upon interesting careers.”
He cheered a little at that observation. “Yes, very interesting, indeed. Tobias is still not altogether pleased with my decision to follow in his footsteps, but I believe he has accepted it.”
“Aunt Lavinia shares similar reservations about me. But I think she understands.”
Anthony frowned slightly. “Speaking of Tobias and your aunt, there is something I wish to discuss with you.”
“You are concerned about their personal relationship, are you not?”
“I collect that you have similar concerns?”
“I have become a trifle worried of late,” she admitted.
“It is obvious that they have become quite, uh, close. And not just in the business sense, if you take my meaning.”
She fixed her attention on the far end of the street. “What you are trying to say is that you believe that they have become intimate.”
“Yes. Forgive me, I realize that this is certainly not the sort of topic one generally discusses with a lady of your years and station, but I feel I must talk to you about the situation.”
“Do not concern yourself with the proprieties,” she said gently. “You and I, Anthony, have not had traditional, sheltered upbringings. We have certainly had far more experience of the world than most people our age. You may speak freely with me.”
“If you must know, I am troubled by the fact that Tobias and Mrs. Lake seem to be growing more quarrelsome of late.”
“Yes, I know what you mean. The nature of their association appears to be quite nettlesome, to say the least.”
“I thought, following the success of their investigation into the affair of the waxwork murders, that they had both sailed into more harmonious waters. Indeed, I would have said that they were falling in love. If nothing else, it was clear that they had conceived a passion for each other.”
Emeline thought of Lavinia’s flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes on those occasions when she returned from one of her long walks in the park with Tobias. “Quite clear.”
“I have no doubt but that the problem stems from Tobias’s singular lack of interest in romantical matters. He simply does not know how to woo a lady. I have tried to give him some advice, but I fear the lessons are not taking.”
“I really don’t think that is the difficulty,” Emeline said thoughtfully. “It is true that my aunt loves romantical poetry, but I don’t believe that she expects Mr. March to conform to the standards of one of Byron’s heroes.”
“I am relieved to hear that, because I fear he lacks that sort of polish and has no intention of acquiring it. But if that is not the problem, what the devil is going on between those two?”