The Timekeeper Conspiracy (TimeWars 2)

"I've come by some information that I believe you'll find to your advantage, Your Eminence," said Taylor, smiling at the cardinal.

"Why could this information not have been passed on to Rochefort?" Richelieu said, pulling out a chair for Milady to sit down.

"Because I don't like dealing with intermediaries," Taylor said, smiling as Rochefort stiffened. "I must be careful. I'm sure you appreciate that."

"I will tell you if I appreciate it after I have heard what you have to say," said Richelieu. "Our last contact brought less than satisfactory results."

"I cannot be blamed for Buckingham's escape," said Taylor. "I brought you all the necessary information. It was not my fault that your men were not up to the task."

"You did not tell me that he would be guarded by the musketeers," said Richelieu.

"I cannot know everything, Your Eminence. Obviously, your own informant was somewhat derelict in his duties."

"My own informant?"

"Did you not arrange to have Monsieur Bonacieux report to you concerning the activities of his wife?"

Richelieu raised his bushy eyebrows. "For one who claims that she cannot know everything, you are remarkably well informed, Milady. It occurs to me

that you would make a very useful ally. Or a very dangerous antagonist."

"I will take that as a compliment, Your Eminence," said Taylor.

"It was not intended as one, Milady. What new information have you brought me? If it proves useful, you will not find me ungenerous."

"It concerns Milord, the Duke of Buckingham, Your Eminence."

"By now, he's back in London and well out of reach," said Richelieu. "He's had his assignation with the queen and made good his escape. I have lost my opportunity. Of what interest would he be to me now?"

"Well, he is still an enemy of France, Your Eminence, and I should think that any intelligence regarding an enemy would be welcome."

"Let me be the judge of that."

"And so you shall be. Buckingham has, indeed, returned to England. But he did not return empty-handed."

"What do you mean?''

"I have reason to believe that the queen gave him something to take back with him. A token, a pledge of her affections."

"This is not news to me," said Richelieu, "although I am surprised that you should know of it. The queen gave Buckingham a dozen diamond studs, which were a gift from Louis. Indiscreet, perhaps, but hardly incriminating. She could easily claim that they were lost or stolen or make up some other plausible excuse to explain their disappearance."

"True," said Taylor. "But suppose, just for a moment, Your Eminence, that the king was to give a ball in honor of the queen. And suppose that he requested her, as an indulgence, to wear those very studs she gave to Buckingham."

"She would be unable to produce them," Richelieu said. "Doubtless, she would make some sort of an excuse, as I have told you. Nothing could be proved."

"Ah, but suppose again, Your Eminence, that when the queen claimed the diamond studs were stolen, you had two of them in your possession. Wouldn't it be interesting to see the queen's reaction when you explained how you happened to come by them?"

"I see," said Richelieu. "Yes, that would be quite interesting, indeed. What do you require of me?"

"Some money would be useful," Taylor said, "also some sort of authorization, in your own hand, that would enable me to act freely and without fear of compromise."

Richelieu frowned. "Obviously, I can put nothing of this in writing," he said.

"It will not be necessary," Taylor said. "I do not require a detailed approval of my actions, only your carte blanche. I'm sure that you can word it appropriately."

"That's asking a great deal," said Richelieu.

Simon Hawke