Chapter 3
What the devil was she up to?
Hours later, the ball having ended and the guests scattered, Stephen leaned on his forearms over the balustrade of the first-floor gallery above the front hall and watched through the dim shadows as Faith slinked silently toward the door. Still in her satin gown and slippers, her strawberry blonde hair pinned on top her head, she also wore a man’s greatcoat that was so long it nearly reached her ankles.
A footman who was carrying down the last of the glasses from the billiards room hurried down the hall toward him. Stephen stopped him, then motioned for him to be quiet before gesturing downstairs.
He pulled a coin from his pocket and held it up. Bribery worked just as well among household servants as it did among soldiers. “Any idea where Lady Fa
