Entering the morning room, Honoria inwardly shook her head. She would inform Devil of his impending fatherhood after they'd caught his would-be killer. Until then, his safety consumed her-not even his child meant more to her than he. Besides, she wanted the telling to be a happy event, a memorable moment between them, not overshadowed by a killer.
As she sank onto the chaise, Webster knocked and entered. "A message, ma'am." He proffered a silver salver.
Lifting the folded sheet, Honoria saw black lettering, conservative, precise, not her husband's extravagant scrawl. "Thank you, Webster." Breaking the plain seal, she returned the knife to the tray and nodded a dismissal. Webster left as she unfolded the note.
To Her Grace, the duchess of St. Ives:
Should you wish to learn more of he who intends your husband ill, come at once to No. 17 Green Street. Come alone – tell no one of your errand, else all will be lost. Most especially destroy this note that none may chance upon it and follow you, scaring away the little bird that would whisper in your ear.
A Well-wisher.
For a long moment, Honoria stared at the note, then she reread it. Then, drawing a steadying breath, she sank back against the chaise.
Devil wouldn't want her to go. But if she didn't?
There was clearly a potential threat to herself, but that she dismissed out of hand; far more relevant was how Devil would react. Not, of course, that such a consideration would sway her-her fear was more compelling than his.
Glancing at the note's thick black script, she grimaced. Devil's words of the night replayed in her mind; if she understood them correctly, then his fear was a mirror image of hers. There was only one emotion which gave rise to such fear. That emotion, if he felt it, demanded her consideration, her care. The same emotion impelled her to go to Green Street. How to do both?
Five minutes later, she stood and crossed to the escritoire. Fifteen minutes later, she shook sand across her letter, folded it, and sealed it with the seal Devil had given her-the Cynster stag rampant imposed on the Anstruther-Wetherby chevrons. Blowing on the wax, she rose, crossed the room, and tugged the bellpull three times.
Sligo answered her summons. "Yes, ma'am?"
Honoria glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece. Nearly three o'clock. "Where is His Grace at present?"
"At White's with Master Vane." Sligo almost smiled. "He didn't try to lose the men I set to follow him today."
"Good." Honoria held out her letter. "I want this delivered into His Grace's hands with all possible speed."
"Right away, ma'am." Accepting the letter, Sligo turned for the door.
"And have Webster call up a hackney for me."
"A hackney, ma'am?" Sligo turned back, his expression watchful. "John Coachman can have the carriage around in a trice."
"No." Honoria let authority tinge her tone. "A hackney.
I'm only going a short distance-there's no need to get the carriage out." Wi
th a regal nod, she dismissed Sligo. "Tell Webster I wish to leave in ten minutes."
Sligo departed. Honoria picked up the letter from her "well-wisher." She glanced at it again, then, folding it neatly, headed upstairs.
Ten minutes later, arrayed in her golden pelisse and clutching an ivory-beaded reticule, she settled in one corner of the hackney. The footman bowed and started to close the door. It was wrenched from his grasp-Sligo bundled himself into the carriage, then shrank back in the other corner. Honoria stared at him. "Where's my letter?"
Sligo watched her like a chicken shut in with a vixen. "On its way-I sent Daley with it. He'll see it into His Grace's hands, just like you wanted."
"Indeed? And what are you doing here?"
"Ah…" Sligo blinked. "I thought as how it wasn't right you going about alone-you might get lost, not being used to Lunnon an' all."
Lips compressed, Honoria straightened her skirts. "I'm only going a few streets away to visit an acquaintance."
Sligo swallowed. "Be that as it may, ma'am, I'll go with you-if you don't mind."
Looking up, Honoria was about to inform him that she did mind, when suspicion dawned. "Did His Grace order you to stay with me?"
Glumly, Sligo nodded.