Cockburn’s jaw went slack.
“Take him away, Baz. Before I succumb to the urge to kick his bloody teeth out through his arse.”
The echo of the receding steps seemed to distort in the heavy air, for to Arianna, the thuds suddenly sounded like soft claps that were coming closer and closer.
“Bravo, Lord Saybrook.” Grentham emerged from the gloom, his leather-clad hands coming together in mock applause. “Bravo. A most entertaining performance. Normally, I dislike it intensely when a crisis demands that I leave the comforts of my office and take charge of an actual mission. But I wouldn’t have missed this one for the world.”
Saybrook swung around with a scowl. “How edifying to know that I provided you with such amusement. Would you have enjoyed an extra laugh had the lady’s throat been cut?”
“It was imperative to have Cockburn confess to his crimes,” replied the minister. “By the by, you did an excellent job of drawing the details out of him. As I said, I much prefer to let my underlings mop up the muck, so it saved me a great deal of bother.”
“Be grateful that I don’t ram those supercilious words right back down you gullet,” growled Saybrook. “You, too, have some explaining to do.”
“Do I?” Grentham arched an imperious brow. “Actually, I don’t answer to anyone. The Prime Minister has entrusted me with state security and doesn’t much care how I get the job done.”
“Officially speaking, you may be right.” Saybrook flexed his bloody hands. “But at the moment I’m not in the mood for word games, Grentham. Why did you draw me into this mess?”
For a moment, it appeared to Arianna as if the minister wouldn’t answer. Then, with a slight shrug, he said, “I suspected Crandall was spying on me, but hadn’t yet figured out why. I needed someone outside my department to put pressure on him and his fellow conspirators. I had overheard your uncle mentioning your interest in chocolate. I knew of your war record, of course, and your intelligence work with Wellington’s staff. So, seeing as chocolate was the agent used for the poisoning, I took a chance on bringing you in.”
“Figuring you had nothing to lose,” said the earl. “Whether I made a mull of it, or got myself killed, it didn’t really matter.”
“I did all I could to aid your investigations.”
“Right—the dossier on Kellton.” Saybrook frowned. “How long did you know about Lady Arianna?”
“That was, I confess, an unexpected twist. . . .”
Arianna felt his cold gaze flick to her.
“Not that it really matters who she is,” added Grentham.
“Goddamn you,” growled Saybrook. “If anything had happened—”
“Tut, tut, surely there wasn’t any real danger. After all, you assured me on several occasions that you were quite capable of defending yourself.” Grentham shot another faintly contemptuous look at Arianna. “And the females who are under your protection.” The acrid air quivered with a deliberately drawn-out pause. “You seem quite fond of surrounding yourself with less than respectable ones.”
A crystalline crackle broke the silence as Saybrook took several quick strides over the broken glass, bringing him nearly nose to nose with the minister. “Excuse us for a moment, Lady Arianna, while Lord Grentham and I step outside for a word in private.”
After a slight hesitation, the minister followed him into the tunnel.
“Well?” drawled Grentham, his breath forming a pale puff of vapor against the netherworld shadows.
In answer, the earl seized him by the lapels and slammed him up against the rock wall. Chalk dust blossomed from the fissures, coating Grentham’s well-tailored shoulders with a sprinkling of grit.
“Having done your dirty work for you, I’m anxious to go home and wash my hands of Whitehall and its sordid games. But before I do, let us get a few things straight. First of all, leave my family alone. Or do you wish to have your own peccadilloes made public?”
Grentham’s nostrils flared. “Don’t try to taunt me with vague threats, Saybrook. You heard Cockburn—I had no involvement in his filthy scheme.”
“Perhaps not, but you, of all people, nursed a traitorous viper—several, in fact—at the very bosom of the government’s highest ministries. At best, you will look like a bloody fool. At worst . . . well, I shall leave it to the newspapers to debate the possibilities. There is, after all, still the matter of an unknown French operative loose in London.”
The earl’s words wiped the last trace of smugness from Grentham’s face.
“Second, I will not have Lady Arianna suffer for finding herself caught in this intrigue. Is that understood?”
“Let a murderer go free? Tsk, tsk, where is your noble sense of justice now?” Seeing Saybrook’s jaw tighten, the minister added, “Oh, yes, I’ve figured that one out. Henning is a clever surgeon, but so is the fellow I employ for certain tasks.”
“She has paid more than enough for her father’s sins. If now she wishes to take her rightful place in Society, you will do nothing to stir up trouble for her.”
“Trouble? Lady Arianna has created her own trouble.” A note of malice had crept back into the minister’s voice. “Even if I were to agree to your demands, she can hardly appear in London, claiming to be Richard Hadley’s daughter. Not after parading around Mayfair these last few weeks as the Widow Wolcott.”
The earl remained grimly silent.
“And be assured that no explanation of this affair will ever be made public. It will be reported that Gavin perished in a carriage accident, fleeing after killing Concord in a drunken fight over gambling debts.” The minister dusted a speck of chalk from his lapel. “And alas, Cockburn will suffer a hunting accident at his country house. A faulty cartridge, I believe. Yes, yes, it will explode his new rifle, taking off his hands and head.”
“Plausible explanations,” agreed the earl. “Assuming I agree to stay quiet. But if I don’t . . .” Despite the murky spill of smoke and shadows, his low murmur carried clearly. “The blood in my veins may be less than blue, amigo, but I’m still the Earl of Saybrook.”
It was Grentham’s turn to remain mute.
“So, it seems to me that despite our personal antipathy, it’s of mutual benefit to cooperate. In return for my silence, you will leave Lady Arianna alone.”
“I am not in the habit of leaving stray pieces around that may come back to embarrass the government,” answered Grentham slowly. “Or worse.”
“Nonetheless, in this case you will allow me to arrange things as I see fit. You have my word that neither the government nor your own precious reputation for efficiency will suffer any consequences.” Saybrook allowed a small pause. “Do we have a deal?”
“For now.” Grentham took a candle from his pocket and struck a flint to the wick. “But be advised, I expect you to make this complication go away. Quickly.”
The earl nodded grimly. “I’ll take care of it.”
“You had better, Lord Saybrook.” The flame burned bright in the still air, a hot spot of color in the darkness. “For I shall be watching you very carefully from now on. And waiting for you to make a slip.”
Closing her eyes, Arianna slumped back against the leather seat of the earl’s carriage, undecided if the feeling pulsing through her body was exhaustion or elation. Henning had forced her to drink a bit of brandy, and in truth, the heat of the spirits was pleasantly pooled in her belly, and radiating out to her limbs. . . .
Or perhaps the warmth was coming from Saybrook. He had drawn close, and her head was tipped onto his shoulder.
“Feeling better?” he asked quietly.
“Mmmm. Yes. Thanks to you.” She shifted. “How did you know where I had gone?”
“Lady Spencer,” he answered. “I also stopped to have a chat with Ashmun, to make sure he was telling us the truth. And when it came out that Gavin was one of the most dangerous of your father’s friends, I feared you might be in more trouble tonight than you bargained for.”