Will seemed to have reverted back to his normal self again, although he did keep sending him odd glances from time to time. Duckling indeed. What the hell did he think he was? Although there was part of Dearne which had to admit he had a point. Will was his one constant. He sat in the library drinking tea with his sister and Miss Rose. Araminta was tense and anxious.
“Perhaps we should just confront Holbrook with what we know?” she said.
Dearne dragged his attention back to the conversation and frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Tell him what we know. Tell him we know he sold Denton and we know he tried to have you killed when you arrived back in England.”
Dearne gave her his full attention. “My love, that might be inadvisable.”
Miss Rose put down her cup and sat forward. “My lady, you mus
