Duke of Midnight (Maiden Lane #6)(43)
Author: Elizabeth Hoyt

It was Trevillion’s turn to shrug. “I mean no offense, Your Grace. I merely observe that the Ghost appears to have much the same interests as you. He patrols St. Giles, often accosting thieves, footpads, and those engaged in the gin trade. He seems to have the same obsession with the gin trade that you yourself have.”

“He’s also rumored to be a murderer and a ravisher of women,” Maximus said drily.

“And yet just a few months ago I interviewed a woman who said the Ghost saved her from ravishment,” the dragoon captain said.

“What’s your point, Trevillion?”

“No point, Your Grace,” the captain said smoothly. “I simply seek to keep you apprised of my intentions.”

“Consider your report complete, then,” Maximus said and began thumbing through his papers. “If that is all, I have business to attend to.”

The dragoon captain bowed and limped to the door, closing it softly.

Maximus immediately dropped the papers and eyed the door. Trevillion was treading too close for his taste. The polite but pointed questions, the intelligent remarks, all led to a man near to discovering his secret.

Always supposing Trevillion didn’t already know that Maximus was the Ghost.

Maximus sighed in irritation and pushed the thought from his mind to focus on his papers, for he hadn’t lied: he did have business to attend to. His secretary had left several letters to be read and signed as well as a report on his land in Northumberland to be read and considered.

Those matters took up the rest of the morning before Philby, his secretary, arrived for further consultation. Maximus ordered luncheon brought to his study so that they could continue to work with the maps spread over the desk and floor. Craven appeared at the study door midafternoon to give a single shake of his head before disappearing again. Maximus bent over his work, trying not to brood on the man lying unconscious in his cellar below.

Supper was a makeshift meal as well, since Philby and he had run across a complicated bit pertaining to the inheritance of a tiny tract of land hardly worth the bother at all if it didn’t give access to a coal mine.

It wasn’t until nearly nine of the clock that he looked up again, and that was because of a commotion in the hall, boisterous enough to be heard even at the back of the house.

Maximus stood and stretched. “That’s done for the day, I think, Philby.”

The secretary nodded wearily and began gathering the maps as Maximus strode out of the study.

He could hear Phoebe chattering before he saw her and rounded the corner to find her piling her hat and gloves in Panders’s arms as Belle, Starling, and Percy milled about her feet. Maximus eyed the dogs with a raised brow. Usually they stayed at Pelham.

“I trust your trip was uneventful,” Maximus said in greeting as Percy attempted to knock him down.

Phoebe turned from pulling off her gloves. She was an affectionate little thing and she flung herself at once into his arms. “Oh, Maximus, it was quite fun with Artemis along!”

And he looked over his sister’s shoulder to see Artemis Greaves with Bon Bon the dog in her arms, regarding him gravely.

“MISS GREAVES,” THE Duke of Wakefield said as Phoebe stepped back from his arms. “What a surprise.”

It’d only been little more than a day since she’d last seen him, yet the shock of his presence before her shook her physically. He was so commanding. So vital. This man—Maximus—had gripped her and kissed her with such an intense passion she’d felt as if she were drowning, helpless and wanton and wanting more. Now he stood before her and she had so many questions to ask—and she could utter none of them.

“Your Grace,” Artemis murmured, dipping into a curtsy as Bon Bon wriggled in her arms. “I trust the surprise is not an ill one.”

She set the elderly dog down on the floor and he ran to nip affectionately at Percy’s legs.

“Don’t be silly, Artemis.” Phoebe laughed. “And you, Maximus. You mustn’t be quite so stern. You’ll scare Artemis away and I won’t have that. She’s only just come to stay.”

“Stay?” Maximus arched one intimidating brow.

“Yes.” Phoebe linked her arm with Artemis. “Lady Penelope said that as Cousin Bathilda had to go tend her ill friend, she would lend me Artemis as companion. Wasn’t that awfully nice of her?”

“Unusually so,” Maximus murmured with a sharp glance at Artemis. “And she sent her little lapdog as well?”

“I’m the one who usually looks after Bon Bon,” Artemis said, smoothing her skirt. Did he want her gone? The thought brought an unexpected pang of hurt to her breast. “I thought he could do with a change of scenery and Penelope agreed.”

“It would seem so.” He inclined his head, his expression neutral. “And whose decision was it to bring up the greyhounds and Percy?”

“Mine, of course,” Phoebe said brightly. “I think they get lonely when we leave them at Pelham.”

“Mmm.” Maximus murmured noncommittally.

“We’ve made all sorts of plans on the drive home,” Phoebe chattered on. “I thought we could attend the theater at Harte’s Folly and go shopping and perhaps see the fair.”

Maximus’s mouth thinned at that. “I’ll accompany you on the first two, but the last is out of the question.”

“Oh, but—”

“Phoebe.”

The single word seemed to signal defeat to the girl. Her bright smile wobbled a bit before she caught it and continued, “Anyway, we’ll have a wonderful time while Artemis is here. I just sent the maid upstairs to have the pink room freshened for her, and I ordered tea. Would you like to join us?”

Artemis half-expected Maximus to decline—Phoebe had indicated in the carriage that he often kept much to himself even though they shared the same house in London.

But Maximus inclined his head. “I’d be delighted.”

He offered his arm to Artemis and she laid her hand on his sleeve, taking advantage of Phoebe turning to talk to the butler to lean close and whisper, “Where is he?”

He shook his head minutely. “Later.”

She bit her lip. The drive up to London had been near agony, trying to be bright and cheerful with Phoebe, and all the while worried and wondering about Apollo.

“Please.”

His deep brown eyes met hers. “As soon as I can. I promise.”

It was illogical, but his words of assurance warmed her. She knew that if Apollo’s health were dire, he’d take her straight to her brother. As it was, they needs must endure tea and cakes first.